staff reductions

Prompt from @msarahv​: Castiel is sacked from his job and finds himself outside, holding his office stuff in a box. He’s all depressed as he wonders how he’ll feed his kid sister, when a stranger parks his car and come comfort him. In the end, Destiel + Sam hires Cas as his assistant. This got so much longer than I intended. 1.4k

The cardboard box in his hands grew soggy and flexed beneath his palms, unlikely to survive the half-mile walk from his former office to the house he rented on Ohio Avenue. The least his former employers could’ve done was offer him a trash bag to cover it, but the security guard had stood adjacent to his desk while Castiel furiously scraped the personal contents of each drawer into the single box that had been thrust at his chest, then escorted him to the sidewalk. No warning, no curious co-workers watching him – Castiel had returned from his lunch hour to find the office vacated, senior partner Zachariah Adler waiting next to his desk with a pleasant expression and a termination notice, effective immediately.

Downsizing, Zachariah had explained, meaty hands folded on his lap. A necessary staff reduction. He promised Castiel an excellent reference and wished him good luck. With a stiff jaw, Castiel had bit back what he really thought of Zachariah’s well wishes and refrained from clocking him in the face.

He hurried at a pace just short of a run, shaking with anger and with cold – of all the days for his car to be in the shop. The wind picked up, blowing the rain sideways, and soaked his pants. His overcoat slapped heavily against his legs as he went, head bowed, blinking every second to keep his eyes clear. His desk plant, a rescue he’d nursed by fluorescent light, tickled his chin as he went.

He should’ve called a cab, but he needed every dollar for rent, the local service was questionable, and Hannah would need new books again soon.

It was just rain. He’d dry off once he got inside.

He cursed when the bottom of the box gave out three blocks from his house, and stood looking down on the water-logged contents scattered on the sidewalk. None of the items held much value, but he knelt in a puddle to retrieve them, putting the engraved pen (a graduation gift from his brother Michael) in his pocket and balancing the ruined pictures on top of his books, held in the crook of both arms. He’d never get the plant home. He left it on the sidewalk, among the ruins of the cardboard box, and hoped it would still be there tomorrow once the rain had stopped.

A few cars passed him, politely arcing their path to spare him the spray off their tires, but that couldn’t be said about the driver of a black car that peeled past and sent a wave of water up Castiel’s back.

Today was an abomination. 

Seething, he clutched the books tight to his chest and bit out, “Assbutt!” at the car, though he knew perfectly well the driver couldn’t hear him, probably hadn’t seen him, wasn’t aware what he’d just done. And that thought, knowing Castiel was expendable, disposable, invisible, was the proverbial straw and Castiel the broken camel, trudging through a rainstorm.

The car stopped just shy of the intersection, tail-lights pulsing momentarily red before the reverse lights came on bright, and the car pulled alongside him.

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How Annabeth had managed to get the dress on was a miracle in and of itself—a circus act, really. She blames it on years of gym classes when she was younger and incredible arm flexibility, which must be genetic.

But now she’s trapped in the changing room, and no matter what angle she tries to bend backwards, sideways, or upside-down, she can’t—for the life of her—manage to unzip the dress that’s practically plastered to her skin it’s so tight.

The last thing she wants to do is ask the dressing room attendant to unzip the dress for her, but she has already spent a good twenty minutes struggling and it’s time to face the fact that the dress isn’t coming off on its own. Plus, why would she ever want to miss out on publically embarrassing herself when the opportunity presents itself?

Biting her bottom lip, she opens the wooden door to the changing room and peers around the edge toward the front desk, her cheeks already warm from the blush on her face. And curse her luck, the old lady who was there just minutes ago is gone, and a young man has taken her place.

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hello-dobs  asked:

I THOUGHT I'D SHARE A STORY WITH YOU! Last year, I travelled around Canada for 3 weeks & noticed I hadn't a book for the plane home. I went to a book store & a lovely lady working there asked what books I were into, I gave my list & she excitedly +

+ bounced around & found a hardback for me. It were Seth Graham-Smith’s The Last American Vampire. I took it to the cashier with her & noticed the price of $30, I didn’t have much money & thought I’d leave empty handed. She loved this book so much +

+ that she reduced it down since their store policy were, if a book were recommended by staff they get a reduction but the reduced rate still wasn’t affordable & she came up with the sneaky idea of using her staff discount which reduced the price +

+ further & viola! It were now affordable! I only had $3 left but that’s okay. I haven’t finished the book since life got in the way but I’ll treasure it forever because that was such a kind thing to do. It were like a book lovers united situation!

That is the cutest story!!!!!!! I wish that would happen to me haha. Thank you for sharing. <3