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(Idea taken from this post on tumblr.)
It was Dean’s first real client in weeks. Life at the office had been hell and being fairly new to the business meant that he wasn’t the first choice of an agent for most. He received the call towards the tail-end of the day and at first he had been a little annoyed. The day had consisted of nothing but paperwork, filing, and numerous phone calls to former clients, reminding them that they’re friends at Singer Realty care, and the last thing he wanted was to be at his desk a single minute longer than he had to. Pushing away his irritation, Dean answered with enough enthusiasm to make it sound like he didn’t hate his job. “Singer Realty, Dean speaking. How may I help you?”
“Yes, um, I apologize for calling this late in the evening but I was hoping to set up a consultation with one of your agents.” The caller was a man, his deep, gravelly voice making it impossible to be mistaken for anything else. Dean found himself appreciating the voice perhaps a little too much when he realized that he’d left the other man waiting for just a moment.
“Sorry, there was some interference. Yes, we can set up a meeting for you. Is there anyone that you had in mind?” He was required to ask this question of every possible client but most had a preference for Christian or, for some god damned reason, Gordon. It sort of made sense; they did have their faces on most of the advertisements around town but that didn’t change the fact that the two of them made up the biggest pair of assholes Dean ever had the misfortune to meet.
“No, not really. Anyone will do, I suppose. I just need someone who knows the area and can find a nice place as soon as possible.”
Dean raised his eyebrows. If Gordon or Christian had been there, they would have insisted that he transfer the client to their schedules. Since those two douchebags left almost two hours before he did every day, the decision was left to him. “Excellent. I will pencil you in for an appointment. When is good for you?”
“Tomorrow, if that’s possible. I know it is a little short notice but I would like to get started soon. I have a list of things I am looking for and I don’t want it to be delayed. Is 1:30 acceptable?”
Smiling at the man’s formality, Dean nodded absently. “Of course. I will set up a meeting right now. Oh, and can I get your name?”
“Castiel Novak,” was the reply.
“Castiel,” Dean repeated, fascinated by the way the name rolled off his tongue. “Okay, Mr. Novak. We will see you tomorrow at 1:30.” The event finalized and formal farewells exchanged, Dean hung up and sat back in his chair. He was sure Dickbag 1 and 2 would complain about losing a client to him the next day but at the moment he couldn’t find himself to care. A change of pace would be refreshing and, if Castiel Novak’s voice proved to be just as spine-tinglingly rough in person, his next few days would definitely be interesting.