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On Monday, Castiel walked in with half-closed eyes and a coffee firmly in his grasp, blinking slowly through rushed introductions of the team, pointedly ignoring the contractor with the dreamy green eyes who flashed him a grin and a wink and caused him to forget the names of everyone in the room.
On Tuesday, Castiel suffered through the off-key singing of Metallica, AC/DC and Led Zeppelin between arguments over shelf heights and floorplans with the contractor with light stubble and a deep voice.
On Wednesday, Castiel cursed his way through building dog kennels, cat scratchers and chicken coops until he was rescued by a freckled grin with strong hands and a cordless drill.
On Thursday, Castiel had coffee pressed into his hands in the morning by another wink and a terrible pun.
On Friday, Castiel shared burgers for lunch and defended his lack of Star Wars knowledge by explaining the basics of astrophysics, and the theory of general relativity in relation to black holes.
On Monday, Castiel paid no attention to the jolt of his stomach at the sight of the muscular frame darting between aisles, arms flexed under heavy boxes.
On Tuesday, Castiel caught himself staring at a line of skin peeking beneath a t-shirt as pet carriers were placed on the highest shelves.
On Wednesday, Castiel avoided eye contact after dropping a box of cat food, tripping over his own feet while watching bow legs striding across the parking lot, flannel soaking wet from the heavy rain.
On Thursday, Castiel pushed the slim waist against the storeroom wall, pressed their lips together and entwined their tongues before admiring the rumble of a shiny black Impala from the passenger seat.
On Friday, Castiel disregards the observation that it’s Dean’s Led Zeppelin t-shirt that he’s wearing when they both stumble in, six minutes late and with matching smiles.
