"You're fricking kidding me. I have to work with him?" Dean snapped.

The other man, Castiel, looked up, his eyes narrowed. "I mean you no disrespect, but you are not exactly my ideal prince either."

Dean's jaw set. "Yeah, whatever, runt." He turned to his boss, his hands spread in a pleading manner.

"Look, I appreciate the job and all, but he's not the kinda guy I wanna work with."

Dean's manager, Crowley, crossed his arms and gave him a knowing smile. "I'm sorry, Mr. Winchester, but if you two want this job- and the money that comes with it- you two will have to make bloody nice. Or was I mistaken when you told me that you were desperate for cash?"

Dean gritted his teeth. "Yeah, fine. Be a dick, Crowley."

Crowley's grin widened. "As always, Winchester."

Dean turned back to Castiel. "You better not try anything, runt."

Castiel stared back cooly. "I'm not that much shorter than you anymore, so that nickname is fairly irrelevant now."

Dean snorted. "Yeah, whatever." He looked at Crowley.

"When do we start?"

Crowley's eyes flicked over to Castiel, before returning to Dean. "Oh, you start tomorrow morning. And remember- be cheery, and be lovey. And if the bloody press decides to attack you guys, stay in character." He laughed, then added, "Aren't you two just an inspiration to us all?" He continued to laugh as he walked away, then called out, "See you two tomorrow, bright and early."

"Dickwad," Dean muttered.

He noticed Castiel was still staring at Dean. "What do you want, runt?"

"Mr. MacLeod told us to make nice."

Dean barked a laugh. "I think he meant when we're on stage."

Castiel's brow furrowed. "Stage?"

Dean sighed. "Right. I forgot how fricking literal you are. I meant when we're on the job. Working. Acting. As if we were on a stage."

Castiel's expression returned to its normal state. "Ah. I see."

Dean walked over to the door. "Yeah, well, sorry to interrupt your little reverie, but I have a date, so…"

Castiel's head cocked to the side. "A date?"

"Yeah. It's something normal people do, so you probably wouldn't understand the concept."

The other man's eyes narrowed. "I'll have you know I have been on plenty of dates. I just didn't picture you for the type to utilize romance before engaging in sexual intercourse."

"Excuse me?"

Castiel gave a sickeningly sweet smile. "Have fun on your date, Dean."

"You're a dick, too, you know."

Castiel's smile grew larger. "Oh, I know."

Dean shook his head in amazement, then whipped around and left without another word.