Set Fire To My Heart

Chapter 1: Behind The Camera

Castiel sighs and runs his fingers through his black, messy hair. He drops his head to the desk, the thud echoing in the small supply office. Inventory is only a few days away, and there is still a lot of work to be done. Who said being a business owner was easy? The door chimes, and Castiel glances at the monitor, watching as a customer enters the store. The clerk, Samantha, greets the man and offers help should the patron need it. Castiel smiles to himself, the joke not lost on him that most of the customers in his shop are not looking for help buying his products.

Castiel stifles a yawn, then tosses the six-inch glitter dildo into a stock box. He makes a mark on the paper in front of him and turns towards another container, this one filled with silver cock sleeves. "It's amazing what this industry comes up with," Castiel laughs to himself as he begins to count.

It seems like hours later when Samantha peeks her head into the back room.

"Hey, Boss-man," she grins. "It's getting to be about that time. I've swept and counted down my drawer. Did you need anything before we close? A coffee?" Samantha eyes Castiel up and down, her eyes settling on his messy hair, "a comb, maybe?" she grins, crossing her arms over her chest as she leans against the doorframe of the office.

Castiel peeks up from the pages of tick marks. "It's that time already?" He looks over to the clock, noticing the time. "I'm afraid I'm going to be here for a while longer. When you leave, lock the door behind you, but don't set the alarm. I'll take care of that when I leave," Castiel mumbles, slightly distracted by the papers in front of him. The door chimes again, pulling his attention to the cameras once more.

Samantha nods, pushing off the doorframe. "Lock door, no alarm. Got it," She nods. "Sure you don't want me to pick you up some coffee then?" She sighs, "Or once again a fucking brush, Castiel," She laughs. "I know you own a sex toy shop, but your hair looks like you've been fucked sideways." She shakes her head slightly, eyes darting between the screen and her boss.

"We have a customer, Samantha," Castiel reminds the woman, his eyes glued to the screen. He thanks himself for upgrading his equipment last year. The new cameras catch every detail of the store in stunningly clear color and sharpness. So when the tall, handsome man steps up to the counter, Castiel lets out a shaking breath. "Goodness, who are you?"

Samantha rolls her eyes, making her way back on to the sales floor. Her eyes roll again, involuntary at the guy waiting by the counter. She's seen the man in the shop a few times before and thinks the guy to be a typical pretty boy. Taking a deep breath, she plasters on her best customer service smile as she rounds the counter. "Hi. Welcome to the Pleasure Zone. Sorry for the wait. How can I help you?"

"It's alright," Dean grins. "I was wondering if you guys have any new release DVDs in stock," he asks, leaning forward on the counter.

Samantha smiles politely. "Depends on what you're looking for. We just got the new Casa Erotica volume in last week."

Dean shakes his head with a weak chuckle. "Already picked that one up," he taps his knuckles on the counter. "I was looking for something a little more... niche," he smirks. "Maybe, Princess Asuka and the Tentacle Monster?"

"Um, let me check." Samantha shakes her head, a little surprised at the man's request. She types the title in seeing that they didn't have in stock yet. "We haven't gotten that in yet, but I could place a special order for you and have it here by the end of the week."

"That sounds awesome, thank you." Dean smiles at the woman, pulling his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans as he watches her type something into the system.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Samantha yawns, glancing down at her watch. "We're running a special, buy a DVD and get a magazine for free." She lifts an eyebrow.

Dean worries his bottom lip in thought for a moment. "Does that include the Christmas issue of Busty Asian Beauties?"

Samantha has to stop herself from rolling her eyes before looking back to the system. "It does, apparently," she shoots the man a fake smile. "Anything else for you today?"

"Nah, that should do it." Dean shakes his head, handing her his debit card.

She nods, taking the card and sliding a slip of paper and pen across the counter at the man. "Just need your info on this slip, and we'll call you to let you know when you can come and pick the order up."

"No problem," Dean grins as he picks up the pen and starts writing down his contact information before sliding it back across the counter.

"Here is your receipt, and if you have any questions, you can call the number on the top." Samantha nods as she staples a copy of the man's receipt to the contact form.

"Thanks a bunch," Dean smirks, putting the receipt and his debit card back into his wallet.

Samantha nods. "You're welcome," she says, shutting the register and lets out a deep sigh as the man exits the shop. She walks over to the door and locks it. Samantha turns back to the drawer and pops it open. She places the credit card receipts and larger bills into the till and walks to the back of the store. Using her hip, she pushes the door open, laughing as her boss turns to face her, eyes wide.

"Who was that?" Castiel asks, rubbing a hand down his face. He looks over to the bank of cameras again to make sure there are no more customers in the store.

Samantha smiles at her boss, then looks down at the paper on top of her cash drawer. "That was a Mister Dean Winchester. It seems he's into strange Japanese porn and Asian women. He put in a special order," she smiles, then blows the slip off of the drawer and watches as the paper falls into Castiel's lap.

Castiel struggles to catch the slip, but only manages to crush it against his crotch. He winches, then gingerly picks up the sheet of paper. He studies the neat block letters and smiles to himself as he remembers what the man looked like on the other side of the cameras. This man, Dean, was tall, broad-shouldered, and devastatingly handsome. Castiel looks at the order again and frowns. There's no way a hot guy like that, who orders hetero porn would be interested in a guy like him. "I'll put the order in. Thank you, Samantha."

"Not a problem, Boss," Samantha mumbles as she pulls away from the safe and closes it. "Try not to stay too late. I know you have a lot to do, but don't forget to sleep." She grabs her purse from the hook and heads out the door.

Castiel watches his employee leave on the camera. He watches as she turns her key in the lock. Once more, Castiel runs his hands through his hair, looking around at the inventory around him. He sighs and looks at the paper again. "Dean Winchester, if only we met under different circumstances," Castiel opens up the customer order page on his browser and puts in the information. Castiel enters his address for the product and shrugs to himself. "It's not creepy, I'm just providing excellent customer service," he tells himself. There isn't anything wrong with hand-delivering the items to his customer. Maybe it'll give Castiel the ability to chat up the guy. Who knows, perhaps he could be wrong about this one and have a chance after all.