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Bees Knees Plumbing, At Your Service

Summary:

Dean needs a professional hand in fixing his toilet, he's already had to deal with the hot voice on the phone... and then a very attractive man turns up on his doorstep.

Notes:

This is just a silly, fluffy little thing for a prompt! (which I'll post at the end). I haven't written anything fluffy like this in a very long time and I missed it so!

So here have some orange cat loving Dean meeting his hot plumber!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Don’t think about it, don’t think about it! Dean tells himself as he heads towards the front door. Outside is the plumber he called two days ago about his toilet doing something weird. He’s not such an idiot that he didn’t give it a good go himself, but he was closer to fucking it up further than he was to fixing it. Give him the innards of a crapped-out car any day and he’ll have it sorted in a few hours… plumbing? No chance.

The phone call had been easy enough and would have been easier if the plumber hadn’t had an earth-spinning voice that grumbled and rolled over his ears and all the way through his body. Dean’s almost ashamed that he took care of himself that night to the voice he could remember. 

Now, the man is at his door. 

Dean opens it to find an instantly attractive man on his doorstep. Oh fuck.

“Hey.”

“Hello, I’m Cas Novak, from Bees Knees Plumbing. You’ve got an issue with your toilet?” 

Dean swallows hard and takes a breath. “Yeah, bathroom’s this way. Thanks for this.” 

He shows Cas to the bathroom, explaining on the way the things he’d tried in order to fix the problem. It’s just a pesky little leak but Dean’s had enough. He probably rambles on a little too long when he realises he’s telling the guy about how he’s a mechanic.

“Alright, I think I’ve got everything in the truck to sort this out. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Dean watches him leave and stands awkwardly in the hallway. He’s only disturbed from his quickly spiralling thoughts by an insistent meow behind him. Right, Dean’s got a guest so Atticus absolutely needs to get involved. He twirls himself around Dean’s legs before stretching up and looking at Dean expectantly.  

He gives in easily for Atticus, it's hard not to. He's got the cutest face and the most orange sense of self — wanting to be the centre of attention, causing chaos, and being the best cuddle buddy a single guy could ask for. 

Cas comes back with a toolbox and a handful of rags, giving Dean a quick nod and another nod to Atticus. 

Butterflies jump in Dean's stomach. Why couldn't his plumber have been some crotchety sixty-year-old and not some hot as fuck thirty-something? 

Atticus chirps in his arms, wriggling to get down again. "Alright alright, mister demanding." He lands semi-gracefully on his feet and trots off to the bathroom. 

Dean sighs and goes after him. 

"Oh hello," Cas says with a little surprise as Atticus hops onto the side of the bath. One leg misses the tub and Dean has to stifle his amusement. 

"I'm sorry about the cat. He thinks everyone is his best friend," Dean tells him. 

Cas flashes him a smile that pretty much melts Dean's insides. "It's okay, I'm used to people's cats." He turns to Atticus and gives him a gentle boop on the nose which Atticus responds with a soft meow. 

Dean rolls his eyes, he's got no chance of being the favourite with someone else in the house, so he heads into the living room to keep out of the way. He feels odd sitting there while the guy is doing all the work, but it's not like he can help and he is paying the guy to solve the issue. 

He gives him twenty minutes before his own boredom kicks in and goes to see what's going on.

"Mr Smitten you are a born plumber. After this we will get a nice sandwich," Dean hears Cas' say, presumably to Atticus. 

Dean bites his lip so he can't laugh and finds Atticus sitting on the toilet seat, batting at the pipe grips in Cas' hand. 

"Find the problem?" 

"Oh yes, just corrosion at one of the joints. It's further back from where you were looking and I've put everything back properly too. I even renewed the chain in your flush since it wasn't looking too good." 

"Oh, thanks," Dean says, leaning against the door jamb. "I trust Atticus was helpful too?"

"Very!" 

Dean had heard him talking about a sandwich. It's probably too forward to say he'll make one for him. The man's here for a job, not a date. He should definitely not ask. "I could make you that sandwich you — and Atticus — deserve?" Well, there he goes.

"Sandwich? Oh… um." Cas pats down his pockets.

"It's okay. You're probably busy. It was a stupid suggestion." 

"Dean," Cas says and the word halts Dean's thoughts. "The suggestion was just fine. I don't have a lot of time, but I was looking for my notebook. Maybe… you'd take my number? Officially that is, since you already called… to get me here." 

Cas is standing up straight, looking a little lost and awkward, but at least that makes two of them. 

Dean thrusts his phone towards him and Cas smiles, grateful. He watches Cas enter his number before handing the phone back. 

There's Cas' name there at the top with a little bee emoticon next to it. Dean furrows his brow for a moment before remembering Cas' business name and chuckles to himself. 

"Thanks," Dean says with a blush to his cheeks. 

"You're welcome. Call me, if you get any more issues, or if you want to get dinner sometime."

"Maybe Friday? At seven?" 

Cas just smiles again, then bends down to Atticus who has crept back into the room and decided to sit between them. 

His tail flicks excitedly as Cas strokes him and gives his head scritches, chirping and meowing when he stands and makes his way to the door. 

"Bye, Dean. Bye Atticus. Hope to see you soon." 

Cas leaves with a wave and Dean knocks his forehead against the door as he locks it. 

That went… nothing like he expected. But apparently, he asked the guy out on a date. 

"Huh," Dean muses. He scoops an unsuspecting Atticus off the floor who lets out a funky yowl as Dean hugs him. "I have a date, buddy!" 

Atticus doesn't seem overly impressed, squirming to leave Dean's arms and giving him a look before darting off into Dean's bedroom. 

"I'm excited for me too, bud." Dean laughs and throws himself on the couch. 

He opens his messaging app and finds Cas' name in his contacts. 

Dean | 2:38pm | Hey

Cas Novak 🐝| 2:38pm | hello Dean 👋

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