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Dean’s POV:
“DON’T IGNORE ME WHILE I’M TALKING TO YOU, ASSHOLE!” A voice jarred the green-eyed man from his thoughts as he lazily glanced up at the woman in front of him, having a full-blown meltdown. Tears in her brown eyes as the makeup ran down her pale face. Shouting so loud he was pretty sure the entire skyscraper could hear her.
…What was this one named? …Betty?
This lasted maybe a couple of weeks. Slightly disappointing, this one couldn’t handle a bit of Dean’s…fun.
Dean Winchester was intelligent, charming, and handsome. A genius in the realm of smart devices, he was likely the creator behind many. As the CEO and founder of ELEKTRIC, a multi-billion dollar company, Dean Winchester developed the soC chips found in cell phones, cars, and nearly every smart device. He patented his groundbreaking creation as a high school freshman, secured investors, and launched ELEKTRIC, becoming a billionaire almost instantly.
However, remembering people wasn’t a talent for him. Terrible with names and faces, the Alpha particularly, wasn’t a people person, believing most people were a waste of time to remember. He relied on his assistants to help him with the… human aspect of his job.
“THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU !” She choked a sob as Dean rested his chin on his hand, blinking at her lazily, lost in his own world. “YOU’RE SICK IN THE HEAD TO GET PLEASURE OUT OF TORTURING PEOPLE!”
Tad Bit dramatic.
Just harmless fun.
He wasn’t too sad she was quitting.
She was boring anyway.
“Betty-” The Alpha had come to anticipate the whiskey being snatched from his desk and flung at him. When it happened, he merely raised his folder, which absorbed the liquid. This was not the first, nor would it be the last, time someone threw a drink in his face.
“MY NAME IS VANESSA!” She shrieked, enraged, and sent his glass flying. It bounced with a cheerful "boing!" and remained stubbornly whole.
Thank you shatter-proof glass.
This only fueled her fury, leading to a second, equally futile attempt to shatter the darn thing.
“Did…you need help with that?” Dean pointed to the glass that rolled on the floor.
“UGH!” She growled. Finally, purse in hand, she stomped off, muttering Dean's name like a curse. Missouri, heading to her office, paused as the girl zipped by.
"Everything alright?" Missouri called, but the girl was long gone. Missouri sighed, then eyed the alpha, who was now giving her his best "who, me?" look while casually juggling a water-filled folder with his feet on the desk. “...I thought this one was good.” Missouri sighed, kneeling to pick up the glass and taking the wet folder. Dean lazily shrugged, relaxing back into his seat. “I picked her because she said she had brothers and could handle you and your antics.” Missouri moved to clean the glass in the sink, drying it before she poured the alpha another drink. “What did you do this time?”
“I told her to walk my dog,” Dean said, tossing the wet folder onto the desk as Missouri raised an eyebrow.
“...You don’t have a dog,” Missouri spoke, putting the drink on the desk as the alpha sighed.
“She knows that now ,” Dean mumbled, making her shake her head. “She didn’t know that the six hours she spent searching for him, mistakenly believing he had gotten out.”
“Six hours?” Missouri scoffed.
“I tried to tell her sooner,” The alpha admitted nonchalantly, taking a sip. “Except she didn’t want to answer her boss's phone call after a couple of hours of searching when she thought she lost his dog.”
“I could imagine wanting to avoid that conversation,” Missouri spoke as Dean shrugged lazily. “...You should have asked her to talk to the dog when she got to her place. Might have earned some fake barks from her.” The alpha's unreadable face slowly earned a smile before he laughed out loud at that. Missouri smiled affectionately.
“Next time.” Dean hummed, amused.
“Why don’t you show them this charming side of you? You’re so handsome behind that asshole big-shot persona you have.” Missouri breathed.
“It’s because no one but you finds me charming.” The alpha sighed. Missouri sighed sadly as Dean glanced away at that, his smile gone before stubbornly adding. “Sounds like you’ll have to stay and put up with me.”
“Today’s my last day, you know that,” Missouri stated simply. “I’m old, Dean.” The alpha eyed her, taking in her elderly form. She was almost seventy. Dean knew he couldn’t keep her forever, but the idea of losing her stung. The alpha didn’t think he would be here if Missouri didn’t support him.
“...I know,” Dean mumbled, glancing out the window, his hand over his lips in thought.
“Besides, wouldn’t you want to have some adventures with someone new? Someone who can keep up?” Missouri asked. “Give someone else a heart attack when you blend your cell phone and try to join a hippie commune to avoid the stockholders’ meeting?”
“...That was a fun year,” He mumbled. “Found me too soon though…you never did tell me how you found me.”
“I cut out the heel of your shoe, hollowed it out, and slid a tracker inside,” Missouri spoke as Dean gave her a look. “...I hope you find someone good, Mr. Winchester…People like you…aren’t meant to be alone for too long…” The alpha took her words to heart before she blinked her sad eyes before straightening up. “...Good night, Mr. Winchester. ”
“...Good night, Missouri.” Dean breathed, knowing it was the last goodbye they would exchange.
She placed a warm hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. The alpha touched her hand with care, feeling it slide away. He watched her leave before he took off his shoe to check the heel. He didn’t see any damage, but…he wouldn’t put it past her. Dean slid the shoe back on before standing and walking over to the window. He observed her as she slowly made her way down the long stairs to the parking garage. He stared until she drove out of the lot, messaging his driver that he didn’t need him tonight. The alpha glanced around the silent room before quietly returning to work.
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Knocking on his desk made Dean groan as a coffee was placed in front of him. He pulled his face away from the desk, paper stuck to his skin, and looked up at the legs of the person standing before him. His receptionist, Charlie, was sitting on the desk with her legs crossed, stirring her coffee with milk. She was dressed in a bright orchid purple blazer and skirt, paired with a red tank top and red heels with black soles. Charlie always looked her best to greet guests with warmth and smiles; she was the sugar to Dean’s spice. Slowly, Dean peeled the paper from his face, groaning as he leaned back in his chair.
“Don’t you have a home?” Charlie asked as Dean leaned back, rubbing his face. “Like if you’re homeless, you could crash on my couch.” She was being a sarcastic bitch…and he loved her. If they both weren’t gay, he might have married her and called it a day. “To be fair, the couch is only like two hundred bucks. It came with a stray cat and seven demons from a shady estate sale in the south.”
“Is that supposed to deter me?” The alpha mumbled, grabbing his coffee.
“No.” Charlie sipped her coffee. “I’d figure the demons would make you feel right at home since you’re going to hell for making that poor girl quit.” He let out a soft snort while taking a sip of his coffee.
“Thank god you’ll be with me for laughing,” Dean mumbled as Charlie shrugged innocently, finishing her coffee. Jumping off the desk, she turned to him.
“So the position is open?” Charlie asked, obviously hinting something. He glanced at her, annoyed.
“Why, you want it?” Dean asked as Charlie made a disgusted face.
“No way, I could never work for you, don’t you know you’re an asshole?” Charlie mocked, making herself some more coffee. He smiled to himself, amused, but said nothing.
“But…?” Dean led as Charlie turned to him dramatically.
“I know someone who is desperately looking for a job, and I told him about it,” Charlie stated excitedly. “He’s been playing it off like he’s fine and he’s too proud to ask for help, but he’s struggling. So I’m asking you to give him a chance when he comes in for an interview tonight.”
“Wait, interviews? She just quit last night.” The alpha scoffed, finishing his coffee.
“The devil works hard , but I work harder .” Charlie hummed as she waved him off. Dean stood, setting his coffee down next to her. She eyed him and the cup, blinking as he slid his hands into his pockets. He expected her to make the second cup for him. She didn’t.
“I’m just…not interested in another personal assistant.” The alpha breathed, glancing solemnly out the window. “No one can measure up to the service Missouri provided.”
“Yeah, well, that’s all fine and dandy in theory.” Charlie scoffed mockingly, grabbing his cup and forcing it back into his hand. “BUT…you can’t live without one, so you’re going to have to suck it up, Buttercup.”
“What? I’m a fucking genius.” He scoffed back, offended. She leaned against the back wall next to the espresso machine, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.
“Alright, fucking genius.” Charlie mocked playfully. “Make yourself a cup.”
Dean scoffed at the request, placing his cup exactly where it needed to be. He then dramatically rolled up his sleeves, prompting her to roll her eyes at his delay. After a moment, he cleared his throat and glanced at the machine: an expensive Breville Oracle Touch Espresso Machine worth three thousand dollars. The alpha could afford it because it made “great coffee options for any guests.” In reality, it primarily served amazing coffee for Charlie since Dean only entertained guests when threatened with serious bodily harm.
The espresso machine was a benefit for sure… for her.
“That’s the milk frother.” Charlie blinked unamused, watching Dean grab the milk wand, cranking it like a lever. The alpha made a face before turning a knob and pouring whole coffee beans straight into his cup. “That’s the lever for the coffee beans. You normally grind those.”
“Shush. I’m thinking.” Dean spoke, eyeing the machine for a long time as Charlie’s face grew more amused.
“...How do you even wipe your own ass without help?” Charlie asked as the alpha made a face, still pondering.
“ So I’m not coffee smart.” He scoffed. “Doesn’t mean I need one.”
“...If I said you need to dry clean those suits. What does that mean to you?” Charlie asked, amused, and Dean gave her a dirty look. “And don’t say patting it with a towel instead of throwing it in the dryer.”
“Then I don’t know what it means.” The alpha scoffed, defeated.
“Dean, for my love and sanity. You will die without someone cottling you.” Charlie put her hands as though praying. The alpha sighed, defeated, knowing… she was right.
“...Make me a coffee and I’ll let you convince me to hire your friend.” Dean moved away from the espresso machine, giving up, while Charlie beamed, cleaning out his cup.
“His name is Castiel Novak.” Charlie started. The Alpha grabbed for the newspaper she brought in when she started work.
“Weird name,” Dean commented, Charlie sighed, glancing at him and making the coffee.
“He had overly religious parents. Be nice.” Charlie spoke, and Dean made a noise of acknowledgment. “He’s older. He’s already thirty, I think, so he’s got plenty of life experience.”
“He’ll retire earlier than I’d like,” The alpha mentioned vaguely as she placed the coffee next to him. She sat back onto his desk forcing the newspaper down.
“You don’t even expect them to last a weekend, so hush,” Charlie spoke while Dean reached for his coffee. “He’s a cute little thing, sweet as can be. Shy but passionate. He’s an omega too so you know he’s not a pushover. He’s a little spitfire when he’s got to be. I feel like he will balance your crazy well.”
“Male omegas are rare,” The alpha mumbled while taking a sip. “One percent of the population is one.”
“You like rare things.” She hummed, trying to entice him, but then it hit her what she said. “...That sounded creepy.”
“Because it was.” Dean cringed, giving her a look. “Made me sound like I collect humans as trophies or something.”
“Just hire my friend,” Charlie whined, lying on the desk and him dramatically. “You’ll like him!”
“I will consider him, but I’m going to interview everyone and still go with the best candidate.” The alpha playfully kept pushing her off, but she was dead weight. “Get off.”
“Yay!” Charlie suddenly sat up, shifting away from him and perching happily on the desk.. “Remember, I told you nothing! Never said a word! I promised I wouldn’t put a good word in for him!” She hopped off his desk before moving towards her desk.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Not good at keeping your word, are you?” Dean mumbled, taking his drink in peace. She leaned to glare at him from the doorway.
“I will spit your coffee.” Charlie threatened as he pouted. “Remember, I’m your only source of coffee for the next god knows how many days.”
“...You didn’t say a thing,” Dean mumbled, putting his hands up in surrender. “Why does he care so much anyway? Having a friend’s vouch for you normally gets you up.”
“He’s just…He wants to earn it.” Charlie spoke. “It’s just how he is. He’s an honest guy.” The Alpha nodded at her words. “Besides…I think you’ll be good for each other…” Charlie said affectionately as she went to start working.
Dean made a face at that, he highly doubted that, as he leaned back into the chair to get some more sleep. Charlie hit the button closing Dean’s doo,r allowing him to sleep a bit more.
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Dean got maybe a couple more hours of sleep before the first applicant arrived for the position. He tiredly took ten minutes as his waiting room filled up more and more. First come, first served. He should have gone home, slept a bit, and returned since he knew he’d be working late into the night. However, Dean wasn’t exactly good at taking care of himself, so his most toxic form of ‘self-care’ was just burning the midnight oil. The Alpha just kept downing the coffee Charlie made him every other hour.
By now, Dean had rejected a good number of people, either too chipper or too eager. It was just too much for his tired brain to handle at the moment, skipping people he knew he’d easily break on the first day. He was much pickier as the night went on. The Alpha was sure it was because he was cranky and tired, but if they couldn’t handle him like this, there was no point.
“Did you want to take lunch?” Charlie offered poking her head in, Dean glanced up lazily his focus on the new chip he was working on. He pulled his sleeve back to look at his watch. “You haven’t eaten all day.”
“If I eat, I’ll crash. I’m on my second wave.” The Alpha mumbled as Charlie eyed him. “You should head home, it’s a bit after six.”
“Did you want to stop the interviews?” Charlie asked.
“How many are left in the lobby?” Dean questioned, not looking up.
“Maybe twenty. I stopped letting people line up at three.” Charlie sighed. “...Did you want me to wait?”
“No. It’s quite alright. I will finish the interviews.” The Alpha stated as Charlie nodded, handing him a stack of resumes. Dean sighed, looking at the applicants, before nodding at her to go. “Can you call the next person before you go?” Charlie nodded, ushering the next person to come before she closed the door behind them.
“Diana Walters.” The applicant smiled, moving to shake Dean’s hand, but he didn’t take her hand, leaning back. Her smile faded as she took a seat in front of him. He didn’t say anything, just staring at her. She shied under his glance, looking like she might cry before looking away to look down at the resume she had brought. “I’ll just get started about myself…” She started awkwardly clearing her throat. “I’m a recent college-”
Dean’s eyes slid over to the camera on his computer, seeing Charlie talking to someone in the lobby. The Alpha couldn’t make them out, but they had black hair and a suit. She was swearing up and down, and she didn’t say anything. The man seemed relieved, holding his hand to his chest, nodding as Charlie went home for the day. Why was he so stubborn and did not just take the help? Was this all an act? Did he really hope she did say something? He was pretty sure this man was only acting modest…he was going to name-drop Charlie in the first five seconds of their interview. Dean frowned noticeably as the woman noticed. He took a second to remember he was in an interview. Oops.
“Thank you, we will call you if we’re interested.” Dean lied as the woman stood nodding. Tears were already in her eyes for the disappointment of the job. The Alpha watched her run past Charlie’s friend, who followed her with his eyes till she disappeared out of the room. This guy looked so concerned for the people whom he rejected. Dean made a face, not buying this guy's act. Calling the next person in, not bothering to get up, and just yelling from his desk.
One after another interview, his eyes kept getting drawn to the man in the waiting room who nervously tapped his leg. Something about this man…
“I’m Aaron-” The next person came in.
“Can you work that thing?” The Alpha sighed exhausted, almost tempted to hire the first person who could use it as Aaron glanced at the machine.
“Um…” Aaron started, having no idea where to begin, but the CEO cut him off.
“Don’t bother. Get out.” Dean breathed to the man who walked in.
“Fuck you asshole, I’ve waited for hours.” Aaron looked annoyed, turning to leave. “...I didn’t want to work with a dickwad like you anyways.” The Alpha offered a weary nod, simply agreeing to hasten the other's departure. Dean reclined in his chair and then glanced towards the waiting room, noting Charlie’s friend was next. He sighed, tapping his foot impatiently before reaching for his file.
Name: Castiel J. Novak.
He wondered what the J stood for. If they were super into religious names, it most likely was one. Going through the probabilities list. He would guess it was a simpler name than Castiel’s first name. Not to overshadow it. So it had to be Josiah, Joshua, or Jonah. The Alpha was good at odds. He’s sure he was right.
He had a lot of odd jobs, he worked mostly retail. A barista, a manager at a movie theatre, and a couple of years as a waiter. It wasn’t till he finally got a break from a small office job that he left retail. Sadly, he was let go three weeks after starting due to the pandemic. He hasn’t found his footing based on the empty spaces in their resume. Most jobs aren't hiring yet after the restrictions were lifted.
Dean didn’t care about his job experience; that's not why he hired people. He was more about the person and if they could grow into the role, than if they could just go through the motions of the role. The Alpha noticed Castiel glance towards the elevator. Was he thinking about giving up? He had waited for almost five hours, but the idea of him giving up on himself at the last minute made Dean frown.
“Next,” Dean called, ready to meet this Castiel. He watched him from the camera, watching him slowly get up and walk into the room. The omega entering the room made the CEO lazily glance up.
You know that saying… Love at first sight?
That wasn’t it.
Green eyes met blue as he walked over to stand in front of his desk, and stood in front of him shyly. Despite holding himself insecurely, the man never stopped looking him in the eyes.
Somewhere in the pit of his stomach, Dean knew this man would uproot his entire life. He didn’t know why he felt that way the moment their eyes met, but he knew this man would be the end of him. His gut screamed it. The Alpha had never had such a sharp reaction from anyone before. Something about Castiel was reminiscent of the beautiful poison dart frog—gorgeous and inviting, with colors so hypnotic that you could lose yourself in them.
If Dean were a cautious man, he would have taken heed. The most beautiful beings are the most dangerous.
But he was not a cautious man.
He was a betting man.
Usually like the odds and the risk they gave.
The Alpha was too curious for his own good.
Oh, how will you ruin me, Novak…?
Dean’s gaze drifted lazily over him before he averted it to his folder. With a sigh, he snapped it shut and tossed it onto the desk, leaning back in his chair. He glanced at Castiel again, resting his hands behind his head. The omega nervously gripped his pant legs, perhaps wiping his sweaty palms. A lengthy silence filled the room. Dean had expected Castiel to mention knowing Charlie, but he remained silent, simply waiting.
When Castiel didn’t do what was predicted, the alpha sighed again before grabbing another folder off the desk and holding it out a folder to him. The omega didn’t move for a second before Dean ushered it at him again. Castiel hesitated, moving to take it from him, the CEO grabbed a pen, going back to work.
He’ll do.
“Send them home and get me a coffee. No Sugar. No Milk. Black.” Dean mumbled exhausted. The omega frowned, confused, looking at Dean like he had three heads. The Alpha sighed when Castiel’s voice distracted him from his work.
“...Sir?” The omega blinked as Dean tiredly glanced up.
"You're hired, Mr. Novak," Dean stated, returning to his work without further acknowledgment. Castiel stood frozen, processing the unexpected news. When the omega didn't move, Dean looked up again, rubbing his tired face in frustration. "I have an all-nighter ahead of me with a project due in the morning… and all I want is coffee…" He glanced pointedly at the coffee machine. Castiel followed his gaze, then looked back at Dean. "...Can you start now, or do I need to call in the next person?"
“I-I can start right away.” The omega breathed, lighting up so happily. Castiel nervously clasped his hands together so relieved as he moved to the door of the office. Standing in front of the door he cleared his throat shyly. The Alpha glanced up to watch Castiel, hearing his voice projecting at a reasonable level that the position was filled but they will keep their applications in case other positions open up, and to please have a good night.
Dean scoffed slightly at that.
Nice of him, for sure.
Once the last interviewee had left for the elevators, Castiel returned to the office. He removed his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and turned toward the coffee machine. He glanced over at the CEO, who had donned goggles and was working on a chip under a microscope, sparks flying from his small welding tool.
Out of habit from his barista days, Castiel tested the coffee wand, which made Dean look up. The Alpha watched him work the coffee machine for a moment, noting his apparent expertise as he prepared the coffee. Dean returned his attention to his work, pausing only when he heard Castiel quietly place the coffee cup on the corner of his desk.
“Thank you.” The Alpha breathed, continuing to focus on the chip.
“Is there something I can do for you, sir?” Castiel asked, backing up slightly and standing like a waiter. His coat was over his arm, which made Dean chuckle to himself. Though his poker face didn’t betray his emotions, he thought it was cute—little habits Castiel still had from his previous job. The Alpha pulled back from the chip to relax into his chair, taking off his goggles. He took his cup to drink some of the coffee, sighing with relief after downing the majority of it.
Castiel knew how to make a damn coffee.
The omega stood silently, eyeing the room, taking in the awards and degrees on the wall. Dean had completed dual high school and college courses during his high school years, graduating with an associate's degree. While still pursuing his bachelor's degree, he dedicated two weeks of his vacation each semester to focus solely on his assignments in a secluded mansion.
He understood his privileged position, enabling him to receive all course materials at the beginning of each semester. This allowed him to complete most assignments early, leaving finals to be managed periodically, ensuring submission by the due date.
Dean's financial resources allowed him to leverage the flexibility of being both a full-time student and the CEO of his company. Wealth facilitated accommodations, including Harvard's permission to study remotely, even when standard policies didn't permit it.
Castiel's stomach growled, and he swallowed, hoping Dean hadn't noticed. The Alpha remained silent but glanced at him, aware that Castiel, having waited all day, likely hadn't eaten. Dean, fueled by spite and coffee, was also hungry.
"...Are you hungry?" Dean asked, putting his coffee down. The omega blinked, surprised.
“I…I could eat.” Castiel admitted with a shy smile. The Alpha sighed, grabbing for his wallet and offering his credit card, which Castiel hesitantly accepted. Dean put his goggles back on, settling in to work with the prospect of food coming.
“Would you please get us some food? Dealer’s choice. I’ll eat anything. Use my card, and get yourself something too. Don’t be modest, just buy yourself a meal, or I’ll fire you for being annoying.” The Alpha mumbled, returning to his work. The omega stared down at the credit card hesitantly, then looked at the door. “Take the limo in the parking garage. It’s downstairs. Walk down there like you own it and tell them to fucking step on it…They’ll get I sent you if you say that.” Castiel nodded slowly and went to do as requested. Dean paused his work to watch him leave before hunkering back to work, chuckling to himself. “Oh, yeah… He’s trouble …”
The Alpha was snapped out of thought when Castiel returned carrying some bags of fast food. Dean moved the prototype he was working on to the side to accept the bag the Omega held out to place on his desk.
“For you,” Castiel spoke as Dean curiously examined the bag, reading the restaurant's name he didn’t recognize. He opened the takeout box, staring at the burrito and salsa inside. The Alpha pulled out the burrito, slathering the salsa on it. “I-I didn’t know what you wanted, so I got my go-to. You’re not allergic to anything-?” Dean just stared at him, taking a large bite, staring at him chewing. “...I guess not.”
“No. I am.” Dean chewed as Castiel looked on in horror. The Alpha stared at him with a poker face. “Don’t worry, I’m just allergic to tomatoes.”
“S-Sir!” Cas panicked, the absolute horror of realizing he could be killing his boss. “T-That has tomatoes-!” The omega’s face of horror slowly slid into a glare as Dean slowly started to smile. “...That’s not funny.” The Alpha chuckled to himself, amused as he tried not to choke on the burrito. “I was really scared for a moment!” Castiel sat down in the chair in front of the desk, handing Dean back his credit card before opening his food. “Jesus.”
“It was a little funny.” Dean chewed as Castiel pulled out his burrito, moving to eat it.
“...Thanks for the meal. I appreciate it. ” The omega spoke, his voice low, unable to look him in the eye as he took a bite of the burrito. The Alpha could tell by his tone that this might have been the first real meal he’d had in a while.
“Don’t thank me. It’s part of your job.” Dean lied as Castiel tilted his head at that request. “I guess I should discuss what this job entails.”
“...Maybe it would be a good idea.” The omega giggled at his joke as the CEO softly smiled.
“Your job is really simple,” Dean explained. “You’ll be my assistant. You’ll make sure I take care of myself. I forget that I’m human sometimes. You’ll just make sure I eat, drink, and sleep. Along with making sure I wake up on time, go to important meetings, and know all my clients. I’m bad with names and faces. So that’s your job. Simple.”
“I can do that.” Castiel nodded, smiling; it sounded easy. The Alpha set down his burrito to go to Charlie’s desk and grabbed the binder case labeled ‘Assistant’, plopping it onto Castiel’s lap. The omega opened it, taking in the new phone and a ring of keys, along with a binder of names, faces, and information. Castiel started the phone, noting the schedule already filled with Dean’s daily appointments.
“Everything you need is in there,” The Alpha spoke, sitting back down to eat. “Remember the binder and stick to the schedule. Charlie updates it in real-time with anything work-related, whether it’s a face-to-face meeting or a virtual one. It’s all there, color-coded, and the binder explains the colors. I will ask you to fit my personal time things on the schedule. I stick to the schedule; my schedule makes my world go around.”
“I understand, sir.” The omega nodded.
“Those keys are for my home and office. Your badge to the building is something you can get tomorrow, I’ll have my receptionist do that and your paperwork with you then.” Dean breathed, taking a bite of his burrito. “You have a car?”
“Um—” Castiel hesitated, but Dean just opened his drawer, tossing him a company car key. The omega lit up, surprised. “S-Sir.”
“I need you available any time I need you,” Dean said. “You’re going to be salary, but any hours you work over forty hours a week will be paid hourly.”
Castiel sucked in a happy breath, and Dean saw him tearing up. The Alpha tried not to look like he noticed as Castiel looked down, blinking the tears away. The omega swallowed the lump in his throat, quickly wiping his tears away, hoping Dean hadn’t noticed.
“My address is pre-programmed into the phone. Tomorrow, just worry about getting the paperwork signed. You don’t need to tend to me. We can make your first day on Monday,” Dean said. Castiel nodded softly, not looking at him. They ate in silence while he regained his composure. The omega broke the tension by wiping a tear.
“I got mine extra hot.” Castiel lied, tears sliding down his face as Dean laughed, taking the lie with a smile.
“Maybe cool it on the salsa next time.” The Alpha teased, offering him a handkerchief, which Castiel gracefully took, wiping his eyes. “Only I’m supposed to make you cry, not salsa.” The omega nodded gratefully, wiping at his tears.
After they finished eating, Dean glanced at his watch. It was almost midnight. Normally, he worked until one or two, but Castiel had been there for hours.
“Let’s call it a night,” The Alpha said, standing up and collecting his things. The omega stood as well. “Come, the company car you’ll be taking should be by my limo.” Dean grabbed his briefcase and moved to leave. Castiel quickly followed. Dean led him down to the parking garage as he walked towards his limo. “Hit the unlock button,” The Alpha instructed. The omega pressed the button, revealing a nice white BMW 3 series. Castiel stared in awe at the expensive car he would now use, running his fingers over the hood. “Welcome to the team, Castiel.”
Dean climbed into the limo before his driver took off. Watching Castiel from the rear-view, when the omega thought Dean wasn’t looking, he started to jump up and down, cheering silently, clearly overjoyed. The Alpha turned back around as his driver, Bobby, glanced at him.
“I like this one,” Bobby said as Dean eyed him.
“Very interesting. You don’t like anyone. Even me,” the Alpha spoke, pouring himself a whiskey as Bobby smirked.
“You didn’t see him trying to psych himself up to walk in here and order me around,” Bobby hummed. “He paced for a solid two minutes before opening the door, coming in, and said, ‘Mr. Winchester would like some food, so please take me to El Toro…please. ’ I stared at him until he cleared his throat and sweetly added, ‘ And fucking step on it?’ ” Bobby snorted at that, mimicking the shy omega perfectly. “Little too sweet for you. You’re going to break him.”
“What do you give him?” Dean chuckled.
“One week, tops,” Bobby snorted. “That poor last girl, Vanessa, didn’t even make it to the end of her second week.”
“Who?” the Alpha questioned.
“...Betty,” Bobby spoke as Dean remembered her.
“Nah, I got faith. He’s going to last longer than her,” the Alpha hummed as he messed with his suit, loosening the top. “This one is a bit more timid, but I feel it. He’s got spunk.”
“I hope for your sake he does,” Bobby stated as Dean leaned back in the limo, relaxing to take a small nap on his way home.