Author: @mattzerella-sticks
Artist: @foxymoley
Rating: M
Word Count: 12k
Warnings: Recreational Drug Use and Sex ;)
Summary: Castiel Novak resigned himself to permanent bachelorhood, understanding that maintaining a work-life balance is impossible. Even if his best friend Sam Winchester made it look easy. Although not everything in Sam’s life is as perfect as Castiel thinks as Sam’s brother shows up unexpectedly and casts a shadow over his best friend’s mood.
Through random meetings, the mystery of Dean Winchester grows and captivates Castiel. Is he really as bad as Sam thinks? Why did he move here, to where Sam lives? Why is he so stupidly attractive and straight?
Will this hippie be able to answer these questions, and show workaholic Castiel how to truly relax?
Posting Date: September 22, 2019
Excerpt:
Trying to stand was not an option; even the slightest inch caused Castiel’s back to ripple further with pain, enough for a low groan to eek out past his lips. His bag slipped down his shoulder to hit against the ground, joining the other that had a much softer landing.
Past the haze of his agony, Castiel heard the bus doors sliding close and it driving away. “Great,” he hissed, “Just great…”
“Dude, I think this isn’t the right place for some light stretching…”
Blood rushed faster to Castiel’s face at the sound of Dean’s voice. “Dean…” Castiel said, “Help…”
Dean knelt down beside him, Castiel unable to see more than his foot in his line of sight. A soft touch prodded at his back, toying with the pain there. Castiel bit his lip, grunts lost in his mouth. “Such a tight knot…” Dean sighed, “Cas, buddy, what happened?”
“Bent down…” Castiel struggled to explain, “Pain… Hurt before but not – not like this.”
“Your back’s seriously messed up,” Dean told him, “Probably from sitting at a desk all day doing whatever it is guys in suits do.”
Castiel scowled. “No… working out…”
“And did you stretch before and after?”
He didn’t respond. Castiel hadn’t had time for that, only managing enough time in his breaks to use the weights and the machines before he needed to be back in the office.
Dean took his silence as answer enough. “Okay, come on, let me help you out.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to fix your back.”
