Novak,” Castiel introduces himself in return, firmly shaking the
hand he has been offered, “As my boss has probably already informed
you, I will be your new bodyguard.”
“Will you?” Dean questions as he raises an eyebrow,
unimpressed in a way that speaks of many years of experience with new
bodyguards. Not that Castiel looks particularly unpromising – there
have been many who have made a worse first impression, looking as
though they were only in it for the money or the prestige of being
able to call Dean Winchester their employee –, but also not
particularly promising. Truthfully, he almost seems to have walked
right out of a fashion photo shoot or some old-timey mafia movie,
what with the snugly fitting suit and the tousled hair, but not out of a
well-renowned personal protector agency.
Still, he will have to do for now. Dean is about to go on a
campaign that will lead him through many events and meetings that
have been set up to promote familiarity and intimacy with his
possible voters, meaning that he will have to get up close and
personal with them. Having more than one bodyguard – or one who
looks more like one and less like Novak – with him would interfere
with the whole ‘I’m one of you, vote for me’ vibe he’s going for,
and it’s not like there’s any time left to choose another guard for
himself. Not with his campaign starting tomorrow.
Castiel does nothing more than to quirk one corner of his mouth at
Dean’s pointed question and tilt his head to the side just so.
“Unless you have any objections.” There’s not even a challenge in
his words or eyes, just calm reassurance and a frankly impressive ‘I
don’t give a fuck either way’ attitude.
It drives a small shiver down Dean’s spine, one that’s not
entirely unpleasant, and has him sigh in resignation.
“No,” he waves him off, although he already feels himself
regretting his decision,“none.”