Dean shot out an arm and heard the footsteps stop behind him. He saw the two armed men pace in the corridor and cursed under his breath.

"Two hats front and four back. Three SIGs, two Glocks and one MP5A2. Danny man, I need you to get your ass up here." The 32 year old bodyguard was pissed off as hell. His best friend was in the custody of some hijacking assholes and he was running out of firearms.

"Should have taken the UTS 15" he muttered to himself as he led another guard to the cabin where Sam was kept. Should have taken the jet his brain supplied mockingly but Dean knew better than that. No use panicking when in a panic situation – he learnt that a long time ago. The plane went through another bout of turbulence when Dean saw his chance and crept up behind one of the guards. As soon as he saw the right moment, he got into battle mode.

It hadn't taken more than 30 minutes to get the situation under control but for Dean it had been the worst kind of time. Sam had escaped with a bullet graze on his shoulder and the plane was back under control. Things would have been perfect if Danny hadn't taken a serious bullet and was under heavy blood loss. Dean cursed like a sailor when he saw one of his trusted men barely escape death's claws.

"It's not your fault Dean" he turned to see Sam Winchester standing beside the door of the cabin. His face was cleaned up and his shoulder was bandaged but Sam's face was grim. Dean knew that face; he had seen it countless times over the past 10 years.

"I almost got you killed. I didn't do my job Sammy!" It was only when they were alone that Dean used the nickname. When there were others around, it was always a professional relationship. Most people didn't even know that they were brothers. Well, step-brothers to be exact but Sam hated it when Dean tried to pull that card.

"No, you did your job perfectly well" Sam was firm in his stance "You saved me. Hell, you even saved Danny when things could have gotten worse!" If there was one thing Sam disliked about Dean it was his lack of self-appreciation. Being a much targeted genius and billionaire for most of his life, Sam had learnt early on to appreciate the good about life. It made life easier when there was too much to handle.

"My job is to make sure you don't get into situations like this!" Dean was working himself up into a rage "I should have known better! A frickin plane Sammy! We got attacked on a frickin plane! Leave us, there were other people who could have got hurt! Civilians who should never have been involved! I screwed up and nothing changes that!"

Sam sighed and shook his head wearily. When his older brother, best friend and bodyguard got into one of these moods, it was best to let him get out the steam. Walking in, he sat down on one of the chairs that hadn't been broken in the fight. He saw Dean pace around the room like a caged panther and waited calmly. After about 15 minutes he decided to start a conversation.

"So how long before we get to the wedding?" he enquired casually, flipping through one of the trashy magazines lying around. Eyeing one of the new watches from Tag Heur in the centrefold, he ignored the frown Dean sent his way.

"Do you seriously think I'll let you go to a wedding after an incident like this?" the level of incredulity in the dangerously quiet man's voice should have intimidated any lay man.

"Do you seriously think that I would wait for you to let me do anything?" Sam shot back without missing a beat.

Dean positively growled at that. Sometimes, being a bodyguard for your younger brother was the biggest pain in your ass. But he couldn't really trust anyone else to do it. Looking at his stubborn brother Dean thought for a few minutes. He could either fight back, making this a never ending argument; or he could make a deal and get something out of Sam. Working a plan out in his mind, Dean decided his choice.

"Ok, we'll go" he said making Sam look up in surprise. He almost laughed at the shocked expression on the younger man's face at his quick agreement. "We'll go but only if you promise to use the private jet from now onwards." Dean offered his deal with a smirk in place.

Sam narrowed his eyes at the offer. Dean knew how much he hated using the private charter. He hated flaunting his wealth, even though the world thought he loved being rich. Sam had simply wanted a nice and simple life with his technology, his lab and a family that loved him for who he was. He thought about what Dean offered before jumping into an argument. He could always ignore the deal and go to the wedding anyway, but after the recent incident he didn't think it would be fair to Dean. So, he could either take up the offer and attend his old friend's wedding in peace; or choose to fly normally and miss out on meeting his friends. In the end, it really wasn't much of a choice.

"Fine" Sam pouted "We'll take the charter from the next time. But I will NOT wear any of those ridiculous bulletproof vests you got last week." Dean chuckled at the decision but agreed on it. Now all they needed to do was get to Miami, attend the damn wedding Sam seemed to love and get back home. Shouldn't be that tough Dean thought to himself as stared out the window.

"This is tougher than ANYTHING I have EVER done" Dean gritted out to the empty changing room as he struggled with the monstrosity in his hand. Seriously, who in their right minds chose wine red suit jackets for a guy who had specifically asked for ONLY black? Apparently, Charlie Bradbury did. The smart-ass bride had taken one look at Dean's sensible black ensemble before chucking it out of the room.

"My wedding, my rules, my colours" she had announced with no room for compromises. Sam, the weasel, hadn't bothered sticking up for him, not wanting to annoy his close friend and almost sister. Charlie was a colourful personality. Dean preferred to call her the 'unicorn bitch'. And he meant bitch in the nicest way possible, because Charlie was a badass bitch when things got tough. Dean had seen that personally, especially when Sam had come out of the closet and Charlie had torn into the vapid press who tried to insult him. It had certainly helped that she was the most sought after lawyer in state and had been Sam's first girlfriend. Dean still laughed when he thought about that part. All in all, she was probably the coolest chick he had ever met. But she had the worst choices of colours, especially when it came to deciding somebody else's dresses.

"Usually the shirt goes in and the jacket goes out" he heard a voice behind him and froze. He didn't get sneaked upon very often. Hell, this was probably the first time somebody had managed to sneak up on him. Turning around cautiously, Dean's eyes met the bluest pair of eyes he had seen. They were actually teasing, like they could talk and were cracking a joke. He slowly dragged his eyes along the body connected to those eyes. Tall, lean and radiating confidence – the man in front of him was what people liked to call 'sex on legs'. The dark purple suit jacket was unbuttoned, along with a few top buttons of the light blue shirt tucked into the snuggest pair of denim jeans. It should have been a ridiculous combination, along with the wind blown black hair and the light stubble lining the hard jaw of the stranger. Dean wanted to look up but his eyes seemed to have their own mind, taking in the comfortable way his hips leaned against the door jamb and his legs crossed casually.

It took a moment for Dean to realise what he was doing. He snapped up his eyes to meet the blue ones now looking amused. God! Am I losing my mind? Dean thought to himself Staying with Sammy is starting to make me catch gayness!

Shaking away thoughts of long legs, blue eyes and sexy hair, Dean cocked a brow at the stranger. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice coming out more gruff than necessary. It didn't seem to affect the other guy who simply raised an eyebrow.

"Just a helper trying to help you dress up" he replied, walking in and gesturing to the mess of clothes around Dean. In a moment of utter mortification, Dean realized that he was shirtless and standing in only dress pants. It wasn't a big deal for Dean, to be shirtless. He was shirtless almost all the time in the gym. He had been shirtless in front of Sammy when they were camping somewhere. He had been naked with ladies before. Hell, he even went skinny dipping once a while. But when he saw the stranger's eyes roving over his naked upper body appreciatively, he felt a sudden attack of nervousness. It was stupid and insane, feeling like a hormonal teenager! God! It was those damn eyes, Dean decided before clearing his throat to get back the attention of those wandering eyes.

The man didn't look the least bit embarrassed, instead simply shrugged. Each man held the other's gaze in a weird staring contest. For Dean, it was a matter of retaining his power and control. For the other guy, Dean hoped it was just a male ego I-won't-back-down-first problem. He could handle that; he was a real Alpha male and he was sure he could handle another guy's ego problems.

When the staring got too intense for Dean's liking, he felt great relief to see the other guy break eye-contact. Dean collected his wits quickly before re-schooling his features "Who are you? What are you doing here?" he asked again, this time intent on getting the right answers.

The blue-eyed guy didn't give him much trouble "The bride sent me over. Said you had 5 minutes to get your ass down to the venue. Which is glorious by the way, your ass I mean."

Dean couldn't have been more shocked if he had been shot. Is he..FLIRTING with me? His braind shrieked in an utterly unpleasant high pitch. He narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth the skewer the guy with his best insult when he realised that he was already half way out of the room.

Dean was almost breathing a sigh of relief when he saw the guy pop back into the room "The name is Cas by the way. Just in case you were wondering..Dean." with that quip he was out the door, leaving a disgruntled and flustered Dean in wake. He gathered that either Charlie or Sam must have told him his name when they sent him to the room but what affected him was the way he said it. Dean had never known his name to sound erotic, but the way he said it made it sound naturally tempting.

"Cas.." Dean tested the name on his lips, trying to make it sound as sexy as his name had sounded off the other guy's lips. When he realized what he was doing, he mentally whacked himself, hurrying to get dressed and rush back to the venue.

Forget the wine red of his suit, he was going to need some real wine to cool off now.

"Who's that?" Dean casually asked Sam, gesturing towards Sam with his champagne glass. He saw Sam frown in the general direction before his eyes focussed on the man. Laughing out loud, he turned to Dean with real amusement in his eyes "Really Dean? You don't recognise him? That's Cas!"

Dean rolled his eyes "Oh sure, that's helpful" he huffed, taking another sip of champagne "Like the name should strike a bell?"

Sam shook his head mockingly "Tsk tsk Dean" he chastised "You really should read about the world more often." Dean scrunched up his nose at the advice. Oh he read about the world. He read more news than Sam would ever do. But he didn't remember reading about any Cas in the politics, sports or technology section.

"That's Castiel. Castiel Novak. The Attitude's April cover guy?" Sam looked at Dean like he had been living under a rock. Suddenly things clicked into place in Dean's brain. He had heard Sam rave about the photoshoot and how dashing the guy had looked. He never got around to actually seeing the picture, because he hadn't been interested in seeing a naked guy pose sexily, thank you very much. Now though, he wished he had seen it. Or maybe it was better that he hadn't.

Dean heard Sam telling him that he was going to meet some friends and waved him off. He went back to the bar and got a refill on the champagne. He would have really loved some strong old whisky but Charlie, the damned unicorn, had forbidden whiskey at the wedding. Another one of her rules, she had explained to the collective groans of her friends. As he sipped on the champagne, keeping an eye out for Sam, he was completely unprepared for the sneak up.

"Hello there" Cas spoke up, right behind Dean, making him jump a little.

"Christ, what's wrong with you man? Do you always sneak up on people?" Dean hissed, noticing the familiar blue eyes twinkling at him.

"No, not really. You might be one of my exceptions." Cas smiled, making Dean frown.

"Really? Am I also an exception when it comes to shameless flirting? Or am I just a new addition to the list?" Dean didn't know why he was talking about flirting. Did the champagne screw with my brain? He wondered as he saw Cas raise an eyebrow.

"Touché" he replied with a mock salute of his own champagne flute. There was a stretch of silence as they stood near the bar, Cas watching the couples dance on the floor and Dean wondering what to do next.

"So…you're a gay model huh?" Dean knew how stupid he sounded the moment the words left his mouth. Really Dean his brain mocked him a model wasn't enough? You HAD to say 'gay' model? What does that even mean?!

"And you're a gay reader?" Cas shot back making Dean choke on his drink. He raised horrified eyes to meet teasing but slightly annoyed blue eyes. "Gay magazine reader I mean" Cas clarified, letting him off the hook "Because obviously, you seem to have read Attitude." The knowing smirk was getting on Dean's nerves.

"No, not really. Your edition might have been one of my exceptions." He quipped, using the other guy's own words against him.

Castiel seemed to find that funny and let out a quiet chuckle. He held out his hand with a pleasing smile "Hi, we haven't officially met. I'm Castiel Novak, but friends call me Cas"

Dean felt a bit of apprehension melt away as he noted that the flirtation was gone now. He shook the outstretched hand "Dean Winchester" he replied with a nod.

"Winchester..you're Sam's brother?" Cas guessed correctly, his eyes widening a fraction. Dean was disappointed with the familiar reaction. It was always the same way – people were impressed with him for being Sam's brother, like it was some kind of trophy or medal to be cherished. He loved his brother and his job but sometimes he just wished people wouldn't try to be friends with him to be connected to Sam Winchester, billionaire extraordinaire.

"Yes" he clipped out, trying not to wince at the annoyance the word had carried. Cas seemed to pick up on it, staring at him silently, trying to decide something.

"Must be quite a pain" Cas replied making Dean frown. That was not a reaction he usually got.

"Why?" he asked, genuinely confused. Cas simply shrugged before downing his drink in one go.

"Passive fame is worse than actual fame isn't it? The fake friends, irrational admirers and the insane amount of scrutiny into your normal life." Cas casually waved a hand at the general audience dancing on the floor and specifically the crowd now gathering around Sammy. Dean kept an eye out for the crowd, ready to jump in if need arose.

"It isn't all that bad" Dean shrugged "I also happen to work with him, so I'm used to it by now." He had to consciously use 'with' instead of 'for', something Cas caught on to but ignored.

"That's good, working with your family" Cas agreed, no trace of condescension in his voice "I work with my brother too. Well, not with him but in the same place as him." He had a small smile on his face when he spoke about his brother. That seemed to make Dean happy – he felt proud about Sammy too and loved working with him.

"He's a model too?" Dean asked, eyes still set on the group of people around Sammy.

The full blown laughter from his side made Dean startle. He saw Cas throw back his head and laugh genuinely. "You..you actually think that I work as a model?" he asked between gasps.

Dean didn't understand why that was a joke "Yeah, why?" he asked, feeling like was missing something.

Cas shook his head in amusement "I am a pilot Dean" he quipped with a cheerful voice " I work with the American Star Airlines and my brother works as a flight attendant."

Dean scrunched up his face in confusion "So why were you on the cover of Attitude?" he prodded, now genuinely puzzled. What was a pilot doing as a model?

"Well, the editor is a good friend of mine and he asked. So I did it." Cas shrugged, still smiling at Dean's confusion.

Before he had a chance to ask anything further, he caught sight of a minor problem in the crowd around Sam and excused himself to reach him. After sorting out the issue and getting Sam away from a few clinging females, he turned around, looking for Cas. There was nobody near the bar and Dean had to get moving when Sam alerted him of the time.

As they settled into the car, Dean noticed a couple making out on the rear mirror. He wouldn't have given it much thought if he hadn't noticed the purple suit of one of them. On a second glance, he felt a jolt when he recognised Cas as one of the men. Sam seemed to notice Dean's look and saw the couple as well.

"Oh that? That's Balthazar, the editor of Attitude. Rumour says he and Cas are quite…intimate. Seems unfair doesn't it? All that sexiness from two sexy people?" Sam sighed dramatically before settling in comfortable in the back seat.

Dean had trouble understanding what Sam said over the sudden roaring in his head. Castiel was kissing another man. Specifically, the editor of the magazine that had him almost naked on its cover. He remembered the pilot mention about the editor being 'a good friend' but hadn't imagined this to be the friendship he was talking about. Dean didn't know why he felt anger towards him or how it should have mattered that Castiel was kissing anyone. But he was affected.

For the first time in his lifetime, Dean was affected by two men kissing; one familiar and the other not. Shut up and drive Dean convinced his brain to move the car before his thoughts got any more embarrassing. As they drove back to the hotel, Dean made a decision to push back any doubts and questions regarding a certain blue eyed sexy pilot and his own attraction towards him. He didn't know why he was attracted but he didn't want to think about it. If he was gay, he didn't want to think about being gay for a man who was so obviously in a relationship with someone else. Dean decided that his sudden shift in sexual preference or doubts regarding it would never be discussed or talked about. He could go on to pretend being straight. As his mind provided an unnecessary visual of Cas's eyes and him kissing another mind, Dean decided he would do just that. He would never admit to being gay.