spn one shots

Destiel

Castiel slammed the breaks he drove into oncoming traffic. He was late for his interview at FUNimation headquarters. Castiel has been practicing to be the animator since he was 12 just so he can work at this place and he was not giving up now.

He lowered the renai circulation theme blasting from his radio when waited for the car to slowly inch forward. Castiel put his minivan into park, not wanting to waste gas.

He noticed an assassination classroom bumper sticker on the Chevy Impala in front of him and smiled to himself. "Good choice" he thought silently as if the driver could hear his thoughts.

time moves too forward about as good as the Cars did but eventually his exit ramp it came into view. she turned on his right hand fingers and saw that the car in front of him with the bumper sticker has done the same.

Castiel fell Wave of relief as he was able to find me accelerate more than 2 miles per hour. That took way too long.

He gasped in amazement as he saw the large building come into sight. He was truly amazed by how far he's gotten. The Japanese sunlight was reflecting off its countless windows.

He turned into the parking lot and to his surprise so assassination classroom sticker car. He jumped out of his minivan determined to make inside the building.

That's when he saw the man step out of the Impala.

It felt like a slow motion movie scene. Two big apple green eyes caught his. Countess freckles noted to head cement face and plump pink lips in a sculpture worthy nose complimented them. Dirty. Heads glimmered in the sunlight. His Flawless skin was beautiful. It was as if an angle stepped out of that car.

The man seemed to stop and stare at Castiel. Castiel realized he was staring at him and probably made it awkward, so he hurried away.

He was now 15 minutes late for his interview and had to get in the main lobby fast.

The man got in the building before him and rushed into the staff only door, Castiel getting not even a small glimpse of the room.

There was a relaxing aura to the room. The eggshell wash walls were a white color. The chairs were all backed up against a wall. There was a tri-peice painting above the chairs, of some autumn scenery. A small house plant sat forgotten in the corner, on a square table.

Castiel sat down in a chair, and read some great manga. "The time I got reincarnated as a slime". It was fairly decent.

He heard a deep voice that sounded rather sexy call his name. He looked up to see the Chevy man standing there.

So he was Castiel's interviewer. Great.

The man took his hand into his own for a hand shake. Castiel's face reddened as he introduced himself.

"Hello. You must be Castiel Novak. My name is Dean Winchester and I shall be interviewing you today. Please follow me." Dean seemed so calm and composed that it was kinda hot.

Castiel would love to see whatever frisky side he ha- NO. Bad Castiel. You wouldn't. Stupid gay thought. You can't catch me....

Castiel nodded affirmatively as he started to follow Dean. He walked through the long corridor into a small office. Dean beckoned Castiel to sit. Castiel took his time to study the room.

This small, L-shaped office had matching wooden furniture.  The floor was carpeted and the walls were painted.

Light was provided by table lamps and a ceiling light.  The room is done in colors that remind you of a plum tree and overall has a futuristic look. 

Among the first things Castiel noticed walking in is a rather small hole in the wall. A framed picture of Dean and a rather tall man standing next to him was on his desk.

Castiel introduced himself and handed Dean his resumé. Dean studied it carefully as if he were looking for every flaw.

It appears that there was none because Dean smiled. "Wow, Castiel. I'm impressed. You graduated from Kyoto art school with the leading grades in your class, and you also went to full sail University in the United States of America. You have alot going for you."

Castiel sighed a sigh of relief and nodded. This was going good so far. Then, he asked the dreaded question.

"So, what's your number?"

Wait... This wasn't the question.... Castiel was interviewed before and he knew that this wasn't one of the requirements. Then it hit him.

He was asking Castiel out. On a date.

Castiel blushed like mad as he scribbled his number on a slip of paper. He handed that to Dean.

"See you on Thursday, Cas."

Castiel left the building with a job and a boyfriend. That was twice as much as he could have asked for.