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spn_springflingTitle: Love In the 21st Century
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Rating: PG
Any warnings: N/A
Dean shook his hands out, just barely resisting bouncing on his feet to try to rid himself of his anxiety. Even though he was alone in the elevator, he still didn’t want to be surprised by someone walking into it and seeing him act unprofessional in any way. He couldn’t help but be nervous, though. This meeting was everything. Not only could it be his one shot at a huge promotion, but Castiel, his supervisor, would be there. Just the thought of the guy was enough to make his palms sweat.
Just as he was wiping his hands on his pants, trying to make them stop feeling so gross and clammy, the elevator stopped. He couldn’t help but grimace at the overly loud and shrill ding that sounded right before the doors opened.
Dean felt his breath hitch in his throat at the sight of the person waiting to for the elevator. He really couldn’t believe that his luck could be so horrible as he watched Castiel step into the elevator.
Castiel offered him a small smile and a nod of his head before he turned to face the elevator doors.
Dean was sure that he was probably going to make a fool of himself within the few seconds they would be in the elevator together. Thankfully, Castiel’s office was on the fifth floor and they were only going up to the seventh. That meant that as long as Dean kept his mouth shut, his eyes focused on the little number above the elevator doors that signified which floor they were on, and didn’t make any embarrassing noises, then he could probably get out of this without looking like a complete and total idiot.
Just as the number was about to switch from six to seven, the lights suddenly flickered before the elevator jerked downward for a moment before stopping altogether. Dean felt his eyes widen as the lights went out completely before the emergency lights came on.
Now, Dean Winchester wasn’t a wimp. Sure, he got nervous about meetings and potential career-making or ruining moments, but anyone would be when they were faced with the possibility of losing their financial stability. And of course he was nervous around his office crush, but those were really the only two moments he would feel anxiety while working. While he had every day anxieties and worries like normal people, he was confident in his work. He knew he always did a damn good job and he would dare anyone to tell him differently.
However, with the dimmed lights and stationary elevator, he couldn’t help but think of hundreds of scenarios in which this could go wrong. He felt himself slowly slip down until he was sitting, his mind spinning with thoughts of fire and their crushed bodies. What if they could get the doors open? Would that mean they could try to wriggle out only to be chopped in half when the power suddenly came on and propelled the elevator upwards? What if the elevator suddenly dropped? Anything could happen, there were so many different ways he could imagine them dying in this elevator that he couldn’t even recognize that he was slowly beginning to hyperventilate, because he was too busy cycling through all of the possibilities.
Before he could work himself into a full-blown panic attack, he felt hands on his shoulders, shaking him gently. “Dean, it’s going to be okay. You need to calm down.”
Dean couldn’t help but clench his jaw at that, biting back a hysterical laugh. “Easier said than done,” he managed to say, his voice coming out gruff in order to cover up the fact that he was absolutely freaked out.
“Look at me, Dean.”
Dean tried to take a deep breath, choked on it, and then slowly opened his eyes. Blue eyes stared back at him, causing his heart to feel like it was going to explode out of his chest at any moment. “I don’t know if that’s helping, Cas.”
Castiel cocked his head to the side. “Cas?” He asked as he reached out and placed a hand on Dean’s chest.
“Sorry.”
Castiel shook his head. “Don’t apologize. I like it,” he said. “Now, breathe, Dean.” He brought Dean’s hand up to press against his chest. “Feel my heartbeat, okay? Focus on that.”
Dean tried to center his attention on the heart that was beating just under his palm. It was steady, calm, and sure. Castiel wasn’t scared, so why the hell was Dean freaking out about headlines proclaiming that two co-workers were killed in a horrible elevator accident?
Slowly, he felt himself begin to breathe at a steadier pace, his heart no longer threatening to explode in his chest. He took a deep breath before he met Castiel’s gaze. “Thanks,” he managed to say.
Castiel shrugged his shoulders before he sat back, his hand slipping away from Dean’s chest. Dean reluctantly pulled his hand back, his heart picking up pace yet again in his chest for a whole different reason. He was stuck in an elevator with his office crush. The guy had just calmed him down before he could outright panic and now he was staring at him with something that caused want to stir in Dean’s gut.
Castiel leaned forward a bit, opening his mouth to say something, before the elevator dropped a few inches and the lights came back on.
“Jesus Christ,” Dean said, putting a hand to his own chest.
Castiel let out a shaky laugh as the elevator started ascending again. He stood up, holding out a hand to Dean, before pulling him up.
Dean couldn’t help but glance over at Castiel. “Were you going to say something?”
Just then, the elevators door opened onto the seventh floor, exposing Castiel and Dean in their own private moment to the people crowded around the doors. Castiel dropped Dean’s hand and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter,” he said before he stepped out of the elevator.
Dean couldn’t help but frown at that, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do with that.
When he noticed that a few people were staring at him expectedly, he chuckled and stepped out of the elevator, wondering why he didn’t quite feel any relief from stepping out of the possible metal death trap.
***
Three days later found Dean in his new cushy office for his new important job. The meeting had led to a lot of impressed bosses and a job promotion that gained Dean a nameplate and his own parking space.
He was just getting ready to go over some reports when there was a knock on his office door. “Come in,” he said, not even glancing up from the report in his hand.
“Dean,” he heard, in the familiar, rough voice that always sent a shiver down his spine.
He glanced up, wondering if he was having a fantastic dream. Maybe the promotion and nice office and Castiel standing in front of his desk looking weirdly nervous were all just the product of a late night craving for a burger. He really should stop eating those things and then passing out on his couch.
“Mr. Novak. What brings you here?”
Castiel shook his head, a small smile on his face. “Call me Castiel, please. I’m no longer your boss, Dean. That’s actually what I came to talk to you about, if you don’t mind.”
“No, sure, it’s fine. Is something wrong?” He gestured to one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk, feeling nervous with Castiel standing there looking so unsure of himself. He was used to the cool, confident side of his former boss.
“Nothing’s wrong, Dean. At least I hope not,” Castiel added with a wry twist to his lips, as if he was laughing at himself for some joke only he would understand. “As you know, I’m no longer your boss.”
Dean nodded his head, not quite sure where Castiel was going with this.
“Since you started working here, I’ve had these feelings. They weren’t strictly professional,” Castiel said.
Dean felt his eyes go wide at that. This really sounded like the beginning of some sort of office porno, which was really something he had indulged in since his crush on Castiel had started.
“And while I was your boss, I couldn’t let you know about those feelings,” Castiel continued. “It wouldn’t have been right to bring this up if I was currently in charge of whether or not you got to keep your job, but that’s no longer the case.”
“It isn’t,” Dean found himself agreeing, his head spinning at the implications of what Castiel was saying.
“So, since I’m no longer your boss, I would like to ask you out on a date.”
Dean couldn’t help but stare at Castiel for a few moments, wondering if this really was some weird dream. After reaching down and pinching his thigh, doing his best to hide his wince at the pain he inflicted on himself, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “That has to be the most formal speech anyone has ever given me before asking me out.”
Castiel frowned, leaning forward slightly in his seat. “Does this mean you will or won’t go out with me?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “I’d be an idiot not to,” Dean said before finally standing up and rounding his desk. “And now that you can’t fire me for it,” Dean added, before he leaned down and brushed his lips against Castiel’s lips, “I’d really like it if we could make out some time soon.”
Castiel laughed at that before standing up as well. “I know an elevator that’s usually empty right about now and has a broken security camera. We could take it down to the fourth floor and make use of that break room.”
Dean grinned at that before allowing Castiel to tow him out of his office. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to get back on an elevator so soon after getting stuck in one, but if Cas was there with him, then at least this time he could make out with him instead of freaking out if it got stuck again.
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Rating: PG
Any warnings: N/A
Dean shook his hands out, just barely resisting bouncing on his feet to try to rid himself of his anxiety. Even though he was alone in the elevator, he still didn’t want to be surprised by someone walking into it and seeing him act unprofessional in any way. He couldn’t help but be nervous, though. This meeting was everything. Not only could it be his one shot at a huge promotion, but Castiel, his supervisor, would be there. Just the thought of the guy was enough to make his palms sweat.
Just as he was wiping his hands on his pants, trying to make them stop feeling so gross and clammy, the elevator stopped. He couldn’t help but grimace at the overly loud and shrill ding that sounded right before the doors opened.
Dean felt his breath hitch in his throat at the sight of the person waiting to for the elevator. He really couldn’t believe that his luck could be so horrible as he watched Castiel step into the elevator.
Castiel offered him a small smile and a nod of his head before he turned to face the elevator doors.
Dean was sure that he was probably going to make a fool of himself within the few seconds they would be in the elevator together. Thankfully, Castiel’s office was on the fifth floor and they were only going up to the seventh. That meant that as long as Dean kept his mouth shut, his eyes focused on the little number above the elevator doors that signified which floor they were on, and didn’t make any embarrassing noises, then he could probably get out of this without looking like a complete and total idiot.
Just as the number was about to switch from six to seven, the lights suddenly flickered before the elevator jerked downward for a moment before stopping altogether. Dean felt his eyes widen as the lights went out completely before the emergency lights came on.
Now, Dean Winchester wasn’t a wimp. Sure, he got nervous about meetings and potential career-making or ruining moments, but anyone would be when they were faced with the possibility of losing their financial stability. And of course he was nervous around his office crush, but those were really the only two moments he would feel anxiety while working. While he had every day anxieties and worries like normal people, he was confident in his work. He knew he always did a damn good job and he would dare anyone to tell him differently.
However, with the dimmed lights and stationary elevator, he couldn’t help but think of hundreds of scenarios in which this could go wrong. He felt himself slowly slip down until he was sitting, his mind spinning with thoughts of fire and their crushed bodies. What if they could get the doors open? Would that mean they could try to wriggle out only to be chopped in half when the power suddenly came on and propelled the elevator upwards? What if the elevator suddenly dropped? Anything could happen, there were so many different ways he could imagine them dying in this elevator that he couldn’t even recognize that he was slowly beginning to hyperventilate, because he was too busy cycling through all of the possibilities.
Before he could work himself into a full-blown panic attack, he felt hands on his shoulders, shaking him gently. “Dean, it’s going to be okay. You need to calm down.”
Dean couldn’t help but clench his jaw at that, biting back a hysterical laugh. “Easier said than done,” he managed to say, his voice coming out gruff in order to cover up the fact that he was absolutely freaked out.
“Look at me, Dean.”
Dean tried to take a deep breath, choked on it, and then slowly opened his eyes. Blue eyes stared back at him, causing his heart to feel like it was going to explode out of his chest at any moment. “I don’t know if that’s helping, Cas.”
Castiel cocked his head to the side. “Cas?” He asked as he reached out and placed a hand on Dean’s chest.
“Sorry.”
Castiel shook his head. “Don’t apologize. I like it,” he said. “Now, breathe, Dean.” He brought Dean’s hand up to press against his chest. “Feel my heartbeat, okay? Focus on that.”
Dean tried to center his attention on the heart that was beating just under his palm. It was steady, calm, and sure. Castiel wasn’t scared, so why the hell was Dean freaking out about headlines proclaiming that two co-workers were killed in a horrible elevator accident?
Slowly, he felt himself begin to breathe at a steadier pace, his heart no longer threatening to explode in his chest. He took a deep breath before he met Castiel’s gaze. “Thanks,” he managed to say.
Castiel shrugged his shoulders before he sat back, his hand slipping away from Dean’s chest. Dean reluctantly pulled his hand back, his heart picking up pace yet again in his chest for a whole different reason. He was stuck in an elevator with his office crush. The guy had just calmed him down before he could outright panic and now he was staring at him with something that caused want to stir in Dean’s gut.
Castiel leaned forward a bit, opening his mouth to say something, before the elevator dropped a few inches and the lights came back on.
“Jesus Christ,” Dean said, putting a hand to his own chest.
Castiel let out a shaky laugh as the elevator started ascending again. He stood up, holding out a hand to Dean, before pulling him up.
Dean couldn’t help but glance over at Castiel. “Were you going to say something?”
Just then, the elevators door opened onto the seventh floor, exposing Castiel and Dean in their own private moment to the people crowded around the doors. Castiel dropped Dean’s hand and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter,” he said before he stepped out of the elevator.
Dean couldn’t help but frown at that, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do with that.
When he noticed that a few people were staring at him expectedly, he chuckled and stepped out of the elevator, wondering why he didn’t quite feel any relief from stepping out of the possible metal death trap.
Three days later found Dean in his new cushy office for his new important job. The meeting had led to a lot of impressed bosses and a job promotion that gained Dean a nameplate and his own parking space.
He was just getting ready to go over some reports when there was a knock on his office door. “Come in,” he said, not even glancing up from the report in his hand.
“Dean,” he heard, in the familiar, rough voice that always sent a shiver down his spine.
He glanced up, wondering if he was having a fantastic dream. Maybe the promotion and nice office and Castiel standing in front of his desk looking weirdly nervous were all just the product of a late night craving for a burger. He really should stop eating those things and then passing out on his couch.
“Mr. Novak. What brings you here?”
Castiel shook his head, a small smile on his face. “Call me Castiel, please. I’m no longer your boss, Dean. That’s actually what I came to talk to you about, if you don’t mind.”
“No, sure, it’s fine. Is something wrong?” He gestured to one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk, feeling nervous with Castiel standing there looking so unsure of himself. He was used to the cool, confident side of his former boss.
“Nothing’s wrong, Dean. At least I hope not,” Castiel added with a wry twist to his lips, as if he was laughing at himself for some joke only he would understand. “As you know, I’m no longer your boss.”
Dean nodded his head, not quite sure where Castiel was going with this.
“Since you started working here, I’ve had these feelings. They weren’t strictly professional,” Castiel said.
Dean felt his eyes go wide at that. This really sounded like the beginning of some sort of office porno, which was really something he had indulged in since his crush on Castiel had started.
“And while I was your boss, I couldn’t let you know about those feelings,” Castiel continued. “It wouldn’t have been right to bring this up if I was currently in charge of whether or not you got to keep your job, but that’s no longer the case.”
“It isn’t,” Dean found himself agreeing, his head spinning at the implications of what Castiel was saying.
“So, since I’m no longer your boss, I would like to ask you out on a date.”
Dean couldn’t help but stare at Castiel for a few moments, wondering if this really was some weird dream. After reaching down and pinching his thigh, doing his best to hide his wince at the pain he inflicted on himself, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “That has to be the most formal speech anyone has ever given me before asking me out.”
Castiel frowned, leaning forward slightly in his seat. “Does this mean you will or won’t go out with me?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “I’d be an idiot not to,” Dean said before finally standing up and rounding his desk. “And now that you can’t fire me for it,” Dean added, before he leaned down and brushed his lips against Castiel’s lips, “I’d really like it if we could make out some time soon.”
Castiel laughed at that before standing up as well. “I know an elevator that’s usually empty right about now and has a broken security camera. We could take it down to the fourth floor and make use of that break room.”
Dean grinned at that before allowing Castiel to tow him out of his office. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to get back on an elevator so soon after getting stuck in one, but if Cas was there with him, then at least this time he could make out with him instead of freaking out if it got stuck again.
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Date: 2015-03-21 04:37 pm (UTC)Thank you for writing this for me, author. Very adorable and just what I needed today! I'm going to pretend that, had this continued, they got stuck in that silly elevator again. *cackles* Also, I like your writing style. You're a good writer, so don't ever stop especially if it's about Dean/Cas! <3
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Date: 2015-03-23 10:57 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-03-25 10:34 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for the enjoyable read.
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Date: 2015-03-31 10:10 pm (UTC)Thank you so much! I was so worried about whether you would like this or not or whether I followed your prompt well enough, so to know you liked this makes it all so much better. :)
Thank you! <3
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Date: 2015-03-31 10:11 pm (UTC)P.S. I love your icon! It's so cute.
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Date: 2015-03-31 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-31 10:26 pm (UTC)Thank you for the wonderful comment. :)