Fifty Shades of Novak : destiel

2. ..... Oh.....

Castiel's POV, so y'all know what he's thinking ;)
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Mr. Novak has his lower back leaning on his glass work desk, his hands supporting his weight as he was expecting Samuel Winchester impatiently. He has an appointment with the Milton enterprises later and he needn't be late. Late wasn't his thing. A knock erupts on the door and he waits for his secretary to come in. The door opens later, revealing his secretary and...

Oh.

He looked younger than Castiel. The man's eyes are a alarming shade of forest green, lips sinful and plump and pink, ready to be used, chiseled jaw and a beautiful shade of tan. His eyes slowly trailed downward, he bit his lips as he sees the green eyed man's bow legs. God, he really wanted those legs wrapped around his waist. His pointy finger twitched excitedly at the thought of the green eyed man underneath him, panting heavily, moaning and begging for him. "Mr. Winchester is here, sir." His secretary, Cara says.

He walks towards Mr. Winchester, walking with flawless grace, never leaving eye contact. He reaches out his hand. "Samuel Winchester, it's a pleasure to meet you." He says, purposely making his voice more gravely deep than it's supposed to. His doesn't miss that way the man's breath hitched. He smirks. "I'm Castiel Novak."

"Samuel Winchester is indisposed, so he sent me, I hope you don't mind, Mr. Novak." Dear Lord, his voice sounded scratched yet smooth like honey, how is that possible?

He nods and asked. "I see, and you are?"

"Dean Winchester, I'm studying mechanical engineering in Kansas University, I'm Sam's... Samuel's older brother, sir."

"I see." Castiel says and the corner of his lips ghosted a smile.

They shook hands and Cara left, leaving the two of them alone. The things Castiel could do to this boy. "Please, take a seat." He says and gestures at the two leather seats facing eachother in front of his desk. He takes a seat first, crossing his legs together and elbows resting on the arm rest, his right hand supporting the weight of his head. Middle finger below his lower lips and pointy finger resting on his temple. He watches Dean intently like a hawk stalking its prey. Dean looked adorable blushing and flustered. He watches as the man take out a steno note pad and a video record before seating down in front of him. Dean looks around, his eyes staring at a painting, Castiel noticed.

"A local artist, Trouton." Castiel says.

He watches as Dean gives him a boyish, charming grin. "He's incredible, makin' the ordinary into extraordinary."

"I couldn't agree more, Mr. Winchester."

Dean bites his lower lip, making Castiel's eyes darken in lust, but refrained from doing anything. His middle finger trailed across his lips, suppressing a smile.

"S-sorry, this my first time." Dean explains with a blush on his cheeks. Castiel couldn't help but coo. What other things have you not experienced yet? Castiel thought.

"Take all the time you need, Mr. Winchester."

Dean sits down on the leather seat in front of him, placing the recorder gingerly on the coffee table. "Do you mind if I record your answers?"

Castiel smirks. "After you've taken all the trouble setting it up, you ask me now?" He says in a teasing manner.

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Dean flushes. Is he teasing me? He thought. He hopes not. Dean blinks at him, no knowing what to say, and he thanks Castiel for talking first. "No, I don't mind." Castiel says with a small laugh. His laugh sounds heavenly.

"Uh, did Sam explain to you what the interview is for?" He asks.

Castiel nods and answered. "To appear in the graduation issue of the student newspaper as i shall be conferring the degrees at this year's graduation ceremony."

Dean tried to look away, he really did, but the man in front of him was just too good-looking for his own good. Dark hair styled neatly into a quiff, a dark pin stripes suit clung his body fittingly. His blue eyes intrigued me the most. It looked so blue like the clear blue sea you'd want to visit, it's warm, but stone hard and sharp at the same time.

Dean clears his throat. "Good, I have some question for you."

"I thought you might." He deadpans and Dean could feel his cheeks turn hot from embarrassment. "I'm try'na be nice here, man." Says Dean. He glares at Castiel, who looks at him surprised and amused at the same time. He could see his eyes flare in surprise.

Using Castiel's shock as an advantage, Dean straightens his back in hopes that he could look intimidating. "You're very young to have amassed such an empire, to what do you owe the success?" He asks after turning the recorder on, looking at the blue eyed man who smiled ruefully, but clearly disappointed. Hey, I'm just reading the questions, Dean thought.

He looks at Dean, smirking slightly before answering. "Business is all about people.-" Dean couldn't help but thing that was meant for him. But he chose to ignore it. "-Mr. Winchester, and I am very good at judging people. I know how they tick, what makes them flourish, what doesn't, what inspires them and how to incentive them. I employ an exceptional team, and I reward them well." He pauses and fixes on Dean with his cold blue eyes.

"Are you gay, Mr. Novak?" A voice suddenly asks, surprising both him and the CEO. What? Who said that? Dean asks himself. He sees Castiel Novak glaring at him, his cold blue eyes staring into his soul. Oh, it was me.

Oops.

The blue eyed glaring man didn't answer. Silence means yes right? oh well.

He cleared his throat and proceeded to ask different and much more professional questions.

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Dean was half glad the interview was over. Mr. Novak was arrogant, slightly egoistic, mysterious and dangerously sexy. They both stood up, looking into each other's eyes. "Thank you for allowing me to interview you, Mr. Novak." Dean says.

Castiel gave him a smile before answering. "Please, the pleasure is mine." Dean shivers slightly. "Let me accompany you outside."

Dean hesitates for a moment. "Uh, no thank you, I'm sure you're a very busy man." Hell yeah he is, Dean thought. But Castiel shook his head, not wanting to argue. "But I want to." He said firmly, making Dean give in. The blonde man smiles. "Okay then."

They arrived at the building's front entrance door, Castiel stared at Dean, who suddenly felt self conscious. The dark haired man nods as a goodbye, and Dean follows the gesture.

"Dean." He says as farewell.

"Castiel." Dean replies, and the doors mercifully closed.