Filthy Hands, Warm Heart

Chapter 2

Sorry been very frustrated lately trying to write this, but AH I'm so excited to finally post this. I love this and can't wait to write more!

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Cas sighed in frustration. His plan was to ignore Dean for the rest of his life, but of course, that annoying mechanic had convinced his father that it would be a good idea for him to come in for the next few weeks to shadow him while he fixed cars.

Dean wanted to win that nasty bet and Cas knew it. He, of course, protested the horrible idea, but his father insisted. As usual, his father was always right and said that it was best for him and he couldn't argue with him because inevitably he would threaten to cut him off. He learned that the hard way. The following day he found himself at the garage Dean worked at and the first thing that bastard did? Smirk at him! Oh, how Cas hated him!

Cas tried focusing on other things, he looked around the garage. The place was a mess. Tools scattered everywhere, the floor covered with dirt as if it hadn't been cleaned in a while, and not to mention the overwhelming smell of Oil and gas. How could anyone stand to be in this place?

The sound of a door opening interrupted Cas' thoughts, an older man entered.

"Today's gonna be pretty busy so be ready. I hear there was an accident down on I71." The man's tone was heavy and demanding as if he was Dean's boss.

"Alright thanks, Bobby," Dean replied as he was working on a pretty messed up, red Chevy.

Bobby turned and faced Cas. He looked at him, eyebrows raised. "Who's this? A customer?" He questioned.

"I'm Castiel-"

"Novak. His father thought it would be good for him to shadow me." Dean finished for him.

Cas glared silently at the mechanic.

Bobby nodded. "Alright well if you guys need anything I'll be here," he said and walked into the back room.

Cas faced Dean. "I could have finished that on my own thank you." He sassed.

"You're welcome," Dean replied and turned to grin at him. Cas wanted to slap Dean he made him so angry sometimes. Cas decided to get some payback and he knew just what to do, just how to make Dean angry. Cas grinned deviously as he quietly went over and grabbed some red paint.

He knew Dean was too focused on the car to notice. He also knew if he shook the can of paint that it would be far too loud and Dean would notice so he had to be quick if he wanted to do this. Taking a deep breath, in his head, he counted to three then quickly shook the can and sprayed the red paint on a black Corvette that was in the garage.

Dean turned to see what had happened. Closing his eyes for a moment as if to compose himself and keep him from blowing up he grit his teeth.

Good! That'll teach him! The mechanic simply stood and worked his way towards Cas.

"Oh sweetheart, you're gonna pay for this."

Dean grabbed his wrist tightly and dragged him forwards, the two collided, chest to chest. Cas couldn't help but marvel at how hard the pull was.

Cas went to retaliate, wanting to stop Dean from doing whatever he was going to do, but forgot what he was going to say as Dean calmly raised his hand. No longer holding his wrist, he purposely guided his filthy grease covered fingers down Castiel's neck. It strangely felt amazing and he couldn't focus on anything else. Moving closer, Dean pressing his fingers harder into Cas' delicate flesh and slowly moved his hand down. Inch by inch, Dean thoroughly marked the rich man's skin.