Author: Mistofstars

Pairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel (Dean is a hooker and Castiel is a federal agent) [Destiel]

Warnings: AU, smut, explicit sexual scenes, drama, slow built, angst, un-beta-ed, probably sappy and mushy because I write it lol, fictitious crimes might be mentioned as per margin because Cas is a federal agent in this...

Disclaimer: Neither Dean Winchester nor Castiel, Gabriel, Sam or John Winchester, Ash, Jo or Anna of Supernatural belong to me – they are property of the creators of Supernatural. Sadly, all of this is made up, I don't make money with it.

Author's note: This story is named after a song by ZZ Top called "La Grange". It's about a brothel outside La Grange and it was tradition that fathers took their sons there to have their first sexual experience (not what this story is about lol). Listen to the song it's awesome! I will update probably every three days or so, until the story is finished or I'm running out of chapters, or I might end up in a writer's block or be overrun by the bus or whatever – cross your fingers as well as I cross mine to finish this story haha...

Feedback?: Highly appreciated

Chapters: 38/?

Word count: ~ 100 000 so far

La Grange

Rumour spreadin' a-'round in that Texas town
'bout that shack outside La Grange
And you know what I'm talkin' about.
Just let me know if you wanna go
To that home out on the range.
They gotta lotta nice girls ah.

Well, I hear it's fine if you got the time
And the ten to get yourself in.
A hmm, hmm.
And I hear it's tight most ev'ry night,
But now I might be mistaken
Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Ah have mercy.

Chapter 1

Castiel knew it was probably one of the ten dumbest things he had ever done in his life, and he was already starting to regret this. It was still a miracle to him how his colleague Gabe had managed to make him say yes, but here he was, slightly drunk, next to him on a bar-stool. In a damn brothel he would have never stepped in hadn't he been in the company of his rather wicked, saucy FBI partner. Castiel assumed he was wearing his usual deadly frown when he let his eyes trail through the spacious lounge.

The walls were decorated with fluffy sanguine velvet, the round tables were black and the brothel was altogether dimly lit. He and Gabriel sat at the counter, because Castiel had told him he wanted to take things slowly. There was no way he would allow Gabe talking him into sleeping with a prostitute – not tonight or ever. He wasn't certain about Gabe's motives, but he had caught him leering at a few lightly clad salacious young women walking to and fro. Honestly, he wasn't surprised – he knew Gabe for a good while now, and he had gotten used to his dirty jokes and his (sometimes really kinky) sex stories.

Castiel clung to his bottle of beer while his eyes wandered through the lounge. Loud classic rock music was booming through grand speakers and he could feel the wood of the bar vibrate under his palm. He looked at the girls looking at him, trying to figure out if he was a possible paying customer, but he dismissed their lewd gestures and inviting smiles. He noticed some men, sitting in dark corners, were already getting a lap dance or naughty things whispered into their ear, and there was cackling loud laughter from a table of a group of young men having a bachelor party. Castiel couldn't help but notice there were also some men working here as prostitutes (or sex worker being the more correct word he mused) and he wondered if that was a normal thing for a brothel. A thought shot through his brain quickly and he gave Gabe the evil eye.

"Tell me you did NOT take me here because of this thing I confessed to you a few weeks ago", he growled grimly at him. Gabe beheld him for a second, with a surprisingly serious face, then he shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his beer. Finally a heinous wide grin spread on his cheeks and his eyes bore an amused look.

"I don't know what you're talking about", he lied, still wearing this annoying grin Castiel wanted to punch.

"So you tell me all of this is a coincidence? I tell you the other night, while I was completely wasted, thanks to you, that I'm curious about certain activities with men, and we end up here in this brothel where there are male prostitutes as well?" Castiel had difficulties keeping his voice quiet, because he got really upset. He felt so out of place here, and he started to regret this evening more and more.

"You should really call them sex workers, it's the more correct term", Gabriel said nonchalantly, and Castiel wanted to strangle him here and there. Before he could do so, he felt someone tapping his shoulder lightly. Immediately he and Gabe turned around and all Castiel saw were green eyes – gorgeous green eyes, in a plain beauty face. He saw a charming smile on plump perfect red lips, the beginning of crow's feet near the outer parts of those lovely eyes. From what he could make out in this nanosecond, he saw blonde short hair, slightly sunned yet somehow pale skin, and blinding white teeth beneath this suave smirk.

"Is there anything I can pleasure you gents with tonight?", the young man asked unabashedly, and Castiel really choked on the words he wanted to scream out. Words like "NO" and "Leave us alone!" and "I'm not that kind of guy!", but all he could do was sit there and stare at this loveable creature so close in front of him. The music vanished into nothingness, the laughter, the quiet moans of a man somewhere near... it all faded away as he continued looking into the man's face, feeling dumbstruck. He wanted to retort something witty, but he couldn't come up with anything clever. Gabe clasped his shoulder from behind and rested his chin on Castiel's shoulder, grinning broadly.

"Man, I would love it if you pleasured my repressed friend here, but I fear he's pretty uptight about these things. Unfortunately, I don't think we can make the deal tonight", Gabe replied, and Castiel was glad to hear him say that, and he was confused when a part of him felt somewhat disappointed that his federal partner didn't at least try to persuade him. The green-eyed man scanned Castiel's face intensely, and Castiel felt hot and dizzy as those eyes observed him attentively. He thought he was frozen on the spot when he saw the man lean in on him, bending his head slightly to whisper into Castiel's ear with too hot breathe. His exhale burnt in Castiel's ear and he noticed his cheeks flushed vehemently. He smelt the spicy albeit sweet scent of the man in his nostrils.

"Shame. Maybe another time?"

When the mysterious man took a step back and let his eyes wander over Castiel's face again, Castiel was incapable of looking away. He knew he must have looked stupid, his mouth slightly agape, his cheeks reddened as if he was some schoolgirl having a crush, and it was impossible to remove his eyes from this stunning sight. He recognized the male hooker's pupils were dilated and blacked out the surrounding green, and he sucked in his bottom lip seductively as he studied Castiel from head to toe. If Castiel hadn't been mistaken, he would have assumed it was pure lust that lingered in the man's gaze, but it was also possible that he was just a brilliant actor.

Castiel had no chance to ever find it out, because the man gave him one last cheeky wink and a smirk, then he walked through the lounge to bring a group of men some beer. Castiel felt Gabe's knowing eyes on him when he turned around to look after the seductive man. At last, a long hearty laugh escaped Gabe's mouth and startled Castiel – he faced his FBI partner again and sulked at him. He didn't even want to try to cover up his ridiculous behaviour, and now his face flushed with embarrassment. He wished the ground would open and swallow him up, but regrettably that didn't happen. So he had to endure Gabe's stupid smirking face for a while longer.

"You know, I could still call that stud back. I bet you'll have a great night with him. I mean, have you looked at him? He looks like an actor, or a porn star, or"- Gabe gabbled on enthusiastically, but Cas cut him off annoyed.

"Gabe, no! I won't sleep with a prostitute – yes, sex worker, whatever!", he almost yelled at his partner, who gave him a weird contemplative look as if he had given another embarrassing secret away.

"You know, they're just doing their jobs, as we do ours. That doesn't make them second-class humans", Gabe said gloomily, and Castiel was astound at the severe content of his partner's words. It was seldom that Gabe pushed away his playful silly self to actually talk like a considerate adult.

"I'm not saying I'm a better person or that I'm better than them. After all, I'm sitting in a brothel, being an FBI agent, on top of that", Castiel said and a peaceable smile formed on his pink broad lips as he placed the bottle to his mouth again and looked over to Gabe. He saw a joyful humoured twinkle in Gabe's eyes at that, then his partner was patting his back friendly.

"Now, that's the spirit", he said.

TBC