(prompt: Dean’s running late, jumps in a cab not realizing Cas is already in there)
His name is Castiel.
He has electric blue eyes, a shy smile that melts Dean’s heart, and a delicious deep voice. He also hates his salesman job, enough to actually seem happy when Dean accidentally jumps into his cab, not knowing it was occupied.
Cas said it was fine, and Dean was in too much of a hurry to wait for another ride.
“I don’t mind,” Cas said. “The longer I’m away from the office, the happier I tend to be.”
Now they’ve exchanged names and pleasantries and Dean can’t stop staring at Cas - his wild hair, his high cheekbones, his pink lips, his strong jaw.
Dean can’t stop talking either.
“I hate my job, too,” Dean admits. Cas looks at him, but Dean continues before he can say anything, “My family lives back in Kansas. I don’t get home often. I don’t even get Christmas off.” He laughs, but it falters and fails after a few too-hard chuckles. “I haven’t seen my mom in three years.”
“What would you do for work,” Cas asks, “if you could do anything else?”
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