"Fired?! Sir, with all due respect, this makes no sense! You told me not even 20 minutes ago that you'd be willing to let me be on Jakes recording team-"

"That was before I knew you were only working for him to get close to him, Castiel. I'm sorry, but I can't let you tarnish Jake's reputation, or Carver Records. Please have your belongings removed from your office by the end of the day."

"But-"

"Now, Novak."

Silently, I walk out of Jonah's office, struggling to hold back tears. How did this happen? Literally twenty minutes ago, Jonah gave me the opportunity to join Jakes song writing team, and now I'm being fired? I screech to a halt, realizing the one thing I've dreaded since starting here. Bela. Bela must've gotten pissed off that my idea was being chosen over hers and she decided that it was worth getting me fired. Dammit, Bela, you've screwed up my life once, I will not let you do it again. I make it to the elevator before I completely break down, sobbing quietly into my hands. When I get back down to my office, Gabe waits for me to say something.

"Well, how did it go? Are you on Jake's song writing team now?"

"No...I, uh, I just got fired." I say, sitting down at my desk. My desk, which still had written and unwritten songs alike that I wanted try with Jake. The desk that I was given my first "congrats on the big hit" from Jake and Ezra.

"What?! Why?"

"From what Jonah explained to me, I was using my position to make a social climb and get into Jake's pants."

"But you're with Trevor, right?"

I wring my fingers, looking at Gabe.

"They...don't really know about Trevor."

"So you haven't come out to them-"

"No no no, I am out. I had to tell them on my job application." I say, semi-clarifying Gabe's state of confusion. "I mean, my coworkers always assumed that Trevor wasn't a real person. They've never met Trevor."

"You're joking, right? They think you're just a single, gay dude working for a record label in Manhattan?"

I made a "what can I say?" motion with my hands, and Gabe sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Cas, why aren't you more worried about this? You've just lost your job, and you've busted your ass for this label!"

"Because I can't do anything about it, Gabe. When Jonah confronted me about it, I had no evidence to prove that I wasn't doing what he was suggesting. I have no pictures of Trevor and I, since Trevor hates having his picture taken. And besides, if I stayed, Id be risking Jake's reputation and the labels reputation, and I've worked to hard to have them be dragged down by rumors."

"Cas-"

"Drop it, Gabe. Now, can you help me pack my stuff?"

Gabe sighs, then grabs the box I was handing him. "Yeah, I guess. Since I can't talk you out of making the biggest mistake of your life."

We pack up the office relatively quick, and Gabe brings the boxes to my car while I grab the little items we left out.

"So I see Jonah listened to me and fired- I mean, let you go.."

I clench my fists, trying to even out my breathing. I turn around, and I see Bela leaning against the doorframe.

"You got me fired. Why couldn't you just get over the fact that I beat you and had better ideas that you?" I seethe, and she smirks at me.

"You were in my way. I simply took you out of the equation and voila! I'm in your spot and on Jakes recording team, and you're gone."

I move towards her so that I am only a few inches from her face. "I will make sure you pay for this, Bela. You can't go around other peoples lives because you can't rise up to their levels."

"I just did." She grins, turning away from me. She grabs something that was in the hallway, and I feel my blood begin to boil when I see that its a box, full of stuff from her office. She sets it down on my desk and sits in my chair, noticeably getting comfortable.

"Now that this is my office, I'll have to ask you to leave." She says smoothly. With a frustrated sigh, I turn to walk out. "Oh, by the way, Trevor and I were sleeping together."

That sent me over the edge. I run into Gabe on the way out, and he immediately stops me.

"Woah, hey, Cas! What happened? What's going on?"

"That bitch got me fired and was sleeping with my boyfriend. I'm going to kill him."

"Come on, you're being a little overboard, don't you think?"

I look at Gabe and laugh. "A little? I just got fired by the girl that has been sleeping with my boyfriend and you think I'm being a little overboard?"

"Well, when you say it like that..."

"I don't care if you go with me, but I'm going to the apartment and boxing his stuff."

"What are you going to do with it?" Gabe says skeptically, and I glare at him.

"I'm not going to do anything with it, Gabe. He's moving out, and I'm helping him out by packing for him." I begin to walk away, growing calmer.

"This is such a bad idea." Gabe says, and I grin.

"No, it's a great idea."

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When Gabe and I get to my apartment, my anger had fully subsided, and I was more disappointed more with myself than angry. I thought I learned from the "Dean Disaster". When we met, I told him that the first time he broke my trust it was over, no second chances. How long had they been sleeping together and I was oblivious?

"Cas?"

"Hm?"

"The door. You need to unlock the door."

I looked up, and like Gabe said, we were in front of the door to our apartment. I fumbled the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door, bracing myself.

"Are you going to be okay, packing all of his stuff?"

"Yeah, I think so. I mean, it was my apartment to begin with, so he would eventually need to move out. I'll go grab his suitcases."

I walk down the hall to our bedroom, passing by the bare, white walls. I remember the time I asked Trevor if we could paint the walls, and he vetoed it because it wasn't "important" on our list of things to do for the apartment. Walking into the bedroom, my mind raced with the different possibilities of their relationship; how many times did they sleep in our bed while I was gone on trips? How many nights did I come home to an empty bed, thinking it was because of a late night meeting at the office? I shake my head, clearing it so I could focus. I grab the suitcases out of the closet and roll them out to the living room.

"So how are we going to fit all of his stuff into three suitcases?" Gabe asks, looking in our fridge, presumably for beer.

"We don't have any beer, if that's what you're looking for. Trevor doesn't drink it, so I don't buy it." I explain, unzipping each of the suitcases. "Trevor didn't bring a lot of stuff with him when he moved in, so it should all fit in these."

Gabe sighs, moving towards me. He grabs my shoulders, looking into my eyes. " Cas, shouldn't we talk about this? I mean, you've been with this dude for the last four years and he cheats on you-"

"Gabe, I don't want to talk about it."

"Cas-"

"I said I don't want to talk about it!" I shout, and Gabe flinches.

"Okay, fine, I'll back off then." Gabe responds quietly, and I sigh, realizing what happened. Shit. I can't be like Chuck and yell when I get mad at people.

"Gabe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you. I just... I want to get his stuff out of here and him out of my life."

"Remember what Dr. Mesa said about internalizing your emotions?"

"Yes, but I don't need a therapist, I need my brother. So, brother, help me pack this idiots stuff so I can get it out of my apartment."

"Fine, but when this is all done and over with, you and I are going out for a beer and getting drunk."

"Deal."

Gabe shakes his head, but helps me get all of his stuff into the suitcases. After hours of dragging things out of the million and one rooms that are in the apartment, we shut the last suitcase to the point that it looks like it will burst at the seams.

"Okay, that's the last of hs stuff. He should be home in about ten minutes." I say, looking at my watch, which read 5:50 PM.

"What are you going to say to him?"

"That he take his stuff and leave, but kindly. I am not going to be turned into the villain in this story."

"That's reasonable." Gabe says, and I chuckle. "But seriously, what are you going to do now? I mean, you don't have a job, or a boyfriend...are you going to come home?

"I don't know. I was goin to ask Trevor to come with me to Lawrence, but obviously now I'm not going to. Maybe."

The door knob rattles, and Trevor stumbles in, his lips stuck on Bela's shoulder.

"Ahem.." I clear my throat, and Trevor spins around, surprise etched into his features.

"Cas! It not what it looks like-"

"I don't care, Trevor. Honestly, you two deserve each other." I say evenly, and Bela scoffs. "Anyways, I packed all of your stuff for you to take to wherever you'll be staying until you find a new place to stay. I need your key to the apartment to give to the landlord."

"Cas, please, let's talk this out-"

"No, Trevor. I told you when we first me that if you broke my trust it was over, no second chances. Your key, now." I say, holding out my hand for the key. He stares at me for a moment, then sighs, getting his key off of his key ring.

"Thank you. Now, get the hell out of my apartment."