"I'm nervous," Cas admitted when they drove to the Gas N Sip.

Dean shook his head and squeezed Cas's knee in the passenger seat. "Don't be. They obviously are interested in hiring you if they accepted your application. Not to mention that literally anyone can get hired at a Gas N Sip."

"Even a fallen angel?" Cas whispered.

Dean pulled into the parking lot at the gas station and parked right by the doors. He didn't want Cas to get to cold on the way inside.

"Yes, even fallen angels," Dean reassured.

Cas pursed his lips and stared at the building outside the window. "I just don't know, I've never been to a job interview before."

Dean sighed and turned in his seat to face Cas.

"Shake my hand," Dean instructed, holding his hand out for him.

Cas hesitated but eventually shook hands with Dean.

"No, no," Dean said, shaking his head. "It needs to be firm. It needs to portray that you mean business."

Cas frowned but tried again anyways, shaking Dean's hand a little more aggressively.

Dean smiled and nodded his head. "Yeah, there ya go. That's a good one."

Cas cracked a smile too and took a deep breath. "Thank you, Dean."

"Yeah, of course. You're going to do just fine. No worries," Dean reassured, smiling.

Cas sighed and wiped his sweaty palms on his dress pants. "Well... here I go."

"Go Cas!" Dean cheered when Cas stepped out of the car. Cas gave a nervous smile and closed the Impala's door. He looked back at Dean once more before disappearing inside.

Dean let out a nervous breath himself. He knew Cas would get the job, unless he somehow royally fucked up.

He let out a nervous sigh after ten minutes went by. Dean decided to pull out his phone to ease his mind.

Dean: how's my little bro doing?

Sam: Haha, I'm doing good. How was your New Years?

Dean: it was great, made merry. how's Jess doing?

Sam: She's doing good. She wants to see Cas again soon. She has a better Christmas present to give him.

Dean: aw shucks, she's the best. tell her I said hi

Sam: Yeah she is. And of course.

Dean smiled at his phone and looked up just in time to see Cas exiting the building. Dean slipped his phone back into his pocket and waited excitedly for Cas to tell him how it went.

Cas practically jumped into the Impala, shut the door, and reached over to give Dean a hug. Dean laughed and hugged Cas back.

"Does that mean it went well?" Dean asked over Cas's shoulder.

"It went really well! They want me to start by next week!" Cas exclaimed, pulling away from the hug.

Dean smiled wide. "That's great news! See, I knew you could do it."

Cas nodded his head and smiled as big as he could. "I'm so excited. I'll be fitting in now."

Dean started up the Impala and backed out of the parking lot. "You fit in before you had a job too."

Cas shrugged, a smile still on his lips. "I guess. But now I'll really be a part of society."

Dean chuckled. "No more jobless Cas."

"No more jobless Castiel, indeed."

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"Want some bourbon or whiskey?" Dean asked, peering into his liquor cabinet.

"What are you having?" Cas asked, not bothering to look up from the book he was reading.

Dean pursed his lips and stared at the glass bottles in the cabinet. "I'm feeling whiskey."

"Whiskey it is!" Cas cheered, turning the page in his book.

Dean smiled and took the bottle down from the cabinet. He poured Cas and himself a glass, with ice of course, and placed the bottle back in the cabinet. He carefully brought the two glasses to Cas on the couch and turned on the TV.

"Thanks, Dean," Cas said, taking the glass from Dean without looking up from his book.

Dean narrowed his eyes. "What are you even reading?"

Dean furrowed his eyebrows, confused about the work of literature in his presence. "Where did you even get a book? Do I even have books?"

Cas cracked a smile but continued reading. "I found it lying on sidewalk when you went to work.

Dean shrugged. "Oh. What's it about?"

"A biography about some guy named Elvis Parsley."

Dean blinked a few times. "Elvis Parsley?" 

"Yeah, he was a big Rock N Roll singer back in the day. Haven't you heard of him?" Cas finally peered over at Dean with a quizzical look. How hasn't Dean heard of Elvis Parsley?

"Okay, first of all," Dean began, setting his drink on the table beside the couch. "It's Presley. Elvis Presley. And are you fucking joking? Of course I've heard of him! I dig Elvis, Cas. He's a legend. Like Bon Jovi."

"Presley... yes that makes more sense than Parsley," Cas concluded, returning to his book. "I really like this Elvis guy. Like, a lot."

"Hm," Dean huffed, taking a sip of whiskey. "Do you like him more than me?"

Cas paused for a brief moment. "No. You're at the top of the list."

Dean laughed, his chest warm from the liquor. "Well, I'm glad you love me more than a dead musician."

Cas's mouth suddenly dropped open. "Dean!" Cas closed the book and playfully hit Dean in the arm with it. "Did you just ruin the end of this book for me!?"

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did I just..??? Oh yes I did. *evil laugh*