Sam, Dean and Cas, truly regretted asking Chuck for help to tell them were to find the vampire nest last week, because now they owed him a favour, which sadly he was cashing in.
"Chuck, I don't like this."
Sam hissed to the smartly dressed prophet.
"Agreed."
Dean added but it was too late. Becky pushed all four men on stage to receive an adoring ecstatic round of applause. Apart from Chuck that lapped up all the applause he could, they all looked like rabbits caught in the head lights, completely scared and uncertain of what to do. It was the third supernatural convention and with the new books that came out, it really gained popularity.
"Ladies and Gentleman may I introduce you to; Dean, Sam and Castiel."
Chuck gestured to the boys, presenting them as if he was about to sell them to the highest bidder. No it was worse, they had to be them; pretending to be actors pretending to be them. It made Dean's head hurt thinking about it and his stomach wretch at the thought of being asked questions about his personal life. Dean knew there was personal stuff in those books, his thoughts and dreams things that he didn't even tell Sam. Hell he read his own sex scene once.
They sat on chairs and were given microphones, Hands instantly went up, as far as the boys understood it, they each had to pick a person taking it in turns to answer any questions they had.
"Yes, you."
Sam pointed at a man, who stood revealing the same tattoo on his forearm as Sam and Dean had on their collar bones. He was some hardcore fan Sam thought.
"Yes, I was wondering why you suddenly stopped the whole demon blood thing apart from of course when famine came, but other then that you're clean I was wondering how you managed it."
Sam looked uncomfortable as he thought about it.
"I don't know, since me and Dean ended up on that airplane I haven't really needed it. I don't know why."
"It was God." Castiel suddenly said in a matter of fact way, but being new to the whole stage thing he held the microphone a little to close to his mouth and made a slight squeaky sound, Cas' sudden confusion and annoyance at the technology made Dean smile and want to laugh and help him, which he reframed from.
Despite this, the sound of the angel's voice made many girls in the audience make a noise that can only be described as a squeal. It was now Dean's turn to answer a question, he of course choose a woman with a lot of cleavage, she also had the tattoo but not on her arm it was on her left boob, awesome Dean thought.
"Who's your favourite angel? And you can't say Castiel." She spoke with a strong Texas accent and a wide purely smile,
"All angels are dicks." Cas seemed hurt by this he was of course still an angel, until Dean added gesturing to him "Except Cas, he's, he's pretty awesome."
Dean glanced at Cas who was sitting awkwardly and stiff on his chair but now he had a subtly curvature to his mouth, Dean's comment made him happy. Of course only Dean knew where to look to see Cas' angelic face being lit up so Dean was the only one that noticed. This comment from Dean led to a curious 'awwwww' to circle the room. It confused Dean he was telling the truth all angels, except Cas, were huge dicks. Cas at the same time had confusion knotted into the lines on his face at hearing the strange noise in the room.
It was now Cas' turn, he didn't say anything just looked around, he wasn't paying attention much so hadn't grasped what to do, so Dean took over;
"Yes you at the back."
That darn awwwing started again, what the hell was with that? Cas nodded at Dean to say thank you. Then a girl stood up she was young and hand a supernatural t-shirt on.
"I was just wondering why you rebelled, was it the cause or was it Dean?" Cas tilted his head at this question, it was confusing and Cas wasn't sure were it was going.
"Dean is the cause." Cas' deep booming commanding voice filled the room and the girl standing had to noticeably catch her breath as the sound of his voice gave her butterflies.
"I mean did you rebel for Dean on a professional level or an emotional level." Dean suddenly unfortunately understood what the girl was getting at, she must be one of those dreaded slash fan girls
"What is that supposed to mean?" Dean demanded, though he knew the answer. Another girl sat next to the standing girl stood to join her.
"Do you like Dean." She shouted at Castiel.
"Yes." He stated which caused both happy and unhappy noises to circle throughout the room.
"Not like that!" Dean stood and shouted above the noise getting strangely angry and defensive. "Cas and I are friends, just like Cas and Sam are friends nothing more, the angel doesn't lust for me, want to kiss me and certainly does not want to fuck me and he does not love me." At this Cas subtly looked down at his feet and went slightly red. He thought about Dean's words and what they meant and how they sounded false and forced. "And I don't love him."
This last comment was cold and for some strange reason struck a chord in Cas' chest it pulled and stretched and retched the bottom of his stomach, it really hurt and Cas didn't know why. Sam got up to and put his hand on Dean's shoulder telling him to look at Cas who was obviously in more distress then when he started this stupid event.
Dean went over being careful to keep the microphone away from his or Cas' mouth.
"Hey Cas are you alright?" Cas nodded and sat up to look at the crowd, he wasn't happy about everyone looking at him but tried to ignore it as he sinned and lied to Dean.
"Yes Dean, I'm fine." Dean could tell he was lying Cas didn't lye, but for something to make an angel to lye was probably best left alone so Dean went with it, besides this wasn't the time for a heart to heart.
Cas glanced to his shoulder here Dean's hand rested he never took note of Dean's warmth before but he could feel it through his clothes, it was nice. Cas' eyes moved up Dean's body and next on his eyes those green eyes that shone like emeralds. Sam spoke softly so the crowd couldn't hear.
"Guys, the crowd."
Dean heard Sam whisper and instantly wished he could take back those 5 seconds, 30 seconds, 2 minutes he wasn't sure how long he was lost in Castiel's eyes that never failed to amaze, but he wished the crowd hadn't seen it. Dean slapped Cas on the back making the angel drop the microphone from the force causing him scrabble on the floor to pick it up, a little flustered Dean couldn't stop the laugh that punch its way from his stomach. When Cas was back on his stool, his hair was full on sex hair and his tie was over one shoulder, Dean reached out to straighten him out but he had to stop himself, an action like that could be misconstrued especially with this crowd, 'fuck' Dean thought 'the crowd'. Dean then turned and walked away clearing his throat.
"Next question." Dean tried to make his voice as manly as possible. A woman caught Sam's eye and he nodded, she stood well near enough jumped up.
"Can you say the line, I lost my shoe? That was so cute!"
"Excuse me?"
"You know when you had bad luck and your shoe went into the sewer you said it like a five year old with your bitch face on."
Sam unaware of it, pulled his 'confused what the fuck' bitch face and turned to his brother.
"I don't have a bitch face do I Dean?"
"Afraid so Sammy. You are a bit of a bitch." The crowd laughed as Sam looked at Dean, giving him the dirtiest look he could,
"Jerk" he shot back before turning to the girl and replying. "No, you obviously like that line, so I wouldn't be able to say it like you want and I don't want to ruin it for you."
The lame excuse seemed to work and she sat back down.
"Do you blame Dean or Sam for the apocalypse? Considering Dean started the whole seal breaking thing but Sam broke the last one." With the question in mind Cas looked form one brother to the next, both looked as guilty as the other.
"They are both responsible, but I blame no one. They have both proved themselves worthy of a place in heaven." This caused a smile to appear on both the brother's faces, Cas wasn't the best at praise so it was really nice to hear, especially knowing that he was being truthful.
"Are you jealous of Dean's close relationship with Cas?" This made both Dean and Cas tense slightly and become very uncomfortable and Dean damned Chuck for making them do this.
Sam laughed the question off, but secretly he was, he didn't have someone like Cas. Someone that would give up everything just on their blind faith in you, that would fight and die for you. Sam knew Cas did it for Dean, Cas did everything for Dean. After a few more questions, they still didn't get any less awkward and the boys still hated people asking about their private lives.
"Cas has died for you, would you die for him?" This was a question that caused everyone to be silent even Cas looked over intently. As Dean opened his mouth and Chuck came on stage and announced.
"That's all for now, the boys need a break back in half an hour."
The four men on stage watched as all the people left the room, when they had, the 'actors' needed a little talk with Chuck.
"I'm out Chuck; I'm not doing this anymore." Dean said he was very sure of himself. "Come on Sam, Cas." Sam went to follow, Cas didn't. "Cas come on."
Cas was rooted and wasn't moving.
"The profit insists we stay I must do so."
"Fine, screw you." Dean was obviously pissed of at the whole situation, but he couldn't let Cas' reluctance go. "Don't you care the slash fans will start asking fucking questions again?"
"What's a slash fan?" Cas asked confused and slightly annoyed that he was the only one that didn't. Chuck put his hand to his face, embarrassed for the angel he probably should have given Cas a heads up.
"Slash fans are insane people that think we should screw." Cas' nodded he understood why Dean was annoyed but was there really call for him to be so angry, Dean turned to leave.
"Dean, we can't just leave him, they would eat him alive out there."
"Fine you two stay, hey if you're lucky maybe they start shipping you two instead."
"What's shipping?" Cas asked feeling confused again, at the sight of Dean's silence and embarrassed red face averting the gaze of all three men, Sam had to ask.
"Dean? Have you read slash fiction? Please God, say no." Dean cleared his throat the answer was clear, Sam winced even Cas blushed, Chuck of course saw it coming. Sam had to ask praying the question got him punched. "Have you been reading supernatural slash fiction?"
"I got bored okay! I googled my self, there was a lot of…stories"
"Is that why you're so angry, you're a secret slash fan?" Cas asked trying to understanding and sounding innocent, it made the situation even more uncomfortable for Dean and even more hilarious for Sam who couldn't help but laugh.
"Laugh all you want chuckles, you know they paired you with Gabriel right? Never knew you had so much stamina Sammy, all those stories." Dean attempt of mockery seemed to just make things worse for himself.
"Dude that's gross, you read porn involving me!"
"I skimmed one, I'm not proud okay, It was one afternoon I really want to forget."
Chuck was still standing there, he knew it was coming and knew what Dean had done but it was still uncomfortable standing there watching it play out before his eyes, it was hard enough watching it the first time, especially the fact he knew there was more to it than Dean was saying. That he new as well was about to come out.
"Did you read any of you and Cas?" Sam asked his brother, Dean breathed heavily jaw tensed and looked at Sam.
"No." Sam was buying it, he really wanted to. Cas in the other hand didn't;
"Dean please don't lye, it's a sin."
"Cas I'm not lying."
"Dean, I know when you're lying." Sam was surprised at his ability to read Dean, Sam had trouble and he's known him for much longer.
"Okay I did but…" Dean couldn't continue it was so painfully embarrassing, truth was it happened more then that one afternoon; he quite enjoyed reading how Cas groaned and gasped beneath his touch. He felt dirty then and still do know, but when was reading he caused Cas to blaspheme which made his stomach jolt and his dick was actually effected.
"People are about to come back in soon. Cas, Dean you two need to be alone…to talk, Sam you answer questions just for another 30 minutes" No one looked happy with this plan but like chuck reminded them he was the prophet has seen it and stated. "The prophet has spoken."
Dean rolled his eyes as Cas grabbed him by the arm and took him into the back room obeying the prophets wishes, whilst Sam nervously took a seat.