workplace-romance

Because it’s Valentine’s Day, and the day wouldn’t be complete without Cas and Dean

It would’ve so easy to forget what day it was, if not for Dean.

His head pops up over Cas’ cubicle wall. “Hey man, what’s going on?”

“Nothing. Just trying to look like I’m doing my job,” Castiel says as he hits alt-esc and flips from Twitter back to the company website.

“Yeah, same here,” Dean chuckles, folding his arms beneath his chin and earning an impassive look from Castiel. “You got any plans for after work?” This question strikes Castiel as odd. Normally they go out for drinks or dinner on Fridays, but it’s only Tuesday.

“No,” he says, looking up at Dean curiously. “Why?”

“Well, It’s Valentine’s day-” Castiel groans, his whole form sinking in response. He’d somehow managed to forget that the holiday was coming up but now Dean brought it right back into focus.

“What’s that look for?” Dean asks. “You some sort of Valentine’s Scrooge or something?”

“That isn’t a thing,” Castiel points out. “I just don’t get the holiday, ok?”

“So I can add this to the list of things you don’t get.” Dean chides.

“Don’t exaggerate,” Castiel says as he stands from his desk and grabs up his coffee cup. “I just don’t understand why people feel the need to be superfluously romantic on a single day of the year-”

“Ugh, this again,” Dean groans, following behind Castiel.

“I mean, if you’re in a committed relationship, should you need the excuse of a single day to buy them flowers or make them breakfast or tell them you love them?” Dean shakes his head and chuckles.

“Total Valentine’s Scrooge,” he says, grabbing a styrofoam cup from the stack and pouring himself a cup of coffee from the pot. “Well, it’s a good thing you are single and their are a whole slew of available, desperate women willing to comiserate with you then.”

“I’m gay, Dean. You know this,” Castiel sighs, pouring his own cup.

“Guys, then.” Dean replies. “Look, what I’m getting at is do you want to hit the bars tonight and try to find someone to hook up with?” Castiel lets his head fall against the cabinet in front of him. Why does Dean always do shit like this?

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How Do I Know If The Married Woman I'm In Love With Who Has Given Me Literally No Reason Whatsoever To Believe She Even Knows Who The Fuck I Am Is Also In Love With Me?

John Gray, Mars and Venus, 20 April 2014:

Dear John: I have a crush on a woman at my work. She is several years older than I am, and is married with two kids. I know that this is an unhealthy attraction. The trouble is, I don’t know how to fall out of love with her. I’m extremely shy around her. She walks past me and my knees go weak. Needless to say, she doesn’t speak much to me and leaves me wondering what she thinks of me. For weeks, we’ll walk past each other without any open acknowledgement. I get so nervous around her that I close up. Certain days, few and far between, she acknowledges me with a broad smile! But the very next day, she is back to being reserved. My heart and my head are having a major conflict. — Uncertain Admirer, in Wilmington, Del.

Dear Uncertain Admirer,

omg she totally likes u back

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Before she ran off and joined the circus, she was known as Dr. Harleen Quinzel. A psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. She was assigned to the clown himself. She thought she was curing him, but she was falling in love. Talk about a workplace romance gone wrong. That was just the beginning. She’s even crazier than him and more fearless.

All y’all talkin about TanaYama

But don’t you think

maybe

 you’re

forgetting

something????

whiskyandoldspice

When the kid mentions workplace romance, Dean inhales sharply. Sam bites his lip and keeps his eyes on the screen because if he looks in Dean’s eyes he’ll remember everything: Dean’s trembling hands touching Sam’s face; Dean desperate beneath him as Sam fucked him over his desk; Dean’s laughter when Sam pulled him into a kiss by his tie. Remember, too, the startled realization on Dean’s face when he looked at Sam, when Sam looked at him, and they finally both remembered who they really were.