Chapter Two

Friday couldn't have come faster for anyone else but Castiel. He was nervous about it, about meeting his hired date and about what his sibling would think of him.

Charlie decided to spend a few minutes with him before leaving with Dorothy to make sure he looked presentable for his family and the handsome man that would show up any minute now. "I still can't believe you actually hired someone. You don't usually do as I say."

"Well," He began to fix his blue tie around him, "If my relationships hadn't been so shitty since Balthazar, maybe I could've used them." Cas had dated several guys ever since his break up with Balthazar but none of them had ended in good terms. "His name is Dean Winchester." Yes, Dean with the freckles and dreamy green eyes.

"Is he handsome?"

Castiel nodded, "Very." Too handsome actually. The whole week he had a hard time believing that a guy could be as handsome as the photographs of Dean Winchester. "I just hope he's worth all the money I paid for." Even if money wasn't his biggest problem—hell, with the amount he made on his concerts he could've gotten himself a nicer apartment—, it still seemed as if what he paid for Dean was a bit higher than he wanted.

"Are you nervous?" Charlie didn't know why she was asking that when it so obvious that he was. But Castiel still nodded to answer her question.

He could feel his hands shaking, his anxiety increasing because he was about to meet a complete, but handsome, stranger that was going to pretend to be his boyfriend for the night. "I don't even know what to tell him."

"You need to come up with a believable story so that your siblings don't suspect." She knew Castiel too well to think that he was probably come up with something that would be used in a Nicholas Sparks' novel. He might've a very talented violinist but he was not very good at coming with stories.

"Something like what?"

"Say you met him at a bar. Or during one of your concerts. It doesn't matter what you say, Cas, this guy is getting paid to go along with whatever you say." As soon as Charlie said that, Castiel frowned. He didn't like how she had said that, she made Dean sound like a product. He didn't care for what Dean did: a job was a job and he didn't like that Charlie said that.

He wanted to scold her, but as soon as he opened his mouth to say something, the doorbell rang and if Castiel had anything in his hands, he would've dropped it all because he froze where he stood. No, it was too soon. There was still ten minutes before they left.

"Should I open the door?" Charlie asked, "Or do you want to do that."

"Open the door." He whispered.

"I don't think I should. After all he is your date—"

"Open the goddamn door, Charlie!" Castiel's voice grew louder, which made him fear if Dean had heard say that.

"Okay, okay! Jesus!" She giggled. There was nothing more fun than watching Castiel getting angry while he was nervous. Charlie walked to the door and waited a few seconds to make sure she looked presentable before she opened.

Standing there, looking down to a piece of paper that his freckled hands held on to, was a tall, good-looking man with short, light brown hair, and sun-tanned skin dressed in black shirt that was had the first two buttons undone and a suit that really hugged his muscular figure and broad shoulders. Damn, this guy was going to wreck Castiel.

His grass-green eyes moved up from his paper to Charlie, "Are you Cas Novak?" His voice, deep and sensual, spoke and full of confusion. His paper said that Castiel was male.

She backed away from the door and grabbed Castiel by the arm to bring him to the door. The first thing that Cas saw of Dean were his eyes, his sky blue eyes connecting with those bright green ones before his eyes moved down to the rest of his face and body. "Holy shit, you're real." Was the first thing he said. Great.

"And hot." Charlie added.

Dean smiled, "You're Cas Novak?"

"Dean Winchester?" He couldn't believe it.

"One and only." He took Castiel's hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you."

Cas could feel a bump in throat preventing him from saying something in response. "Y-yeah." Yeah? What the hell? He didn't even return the kind gesture. "Um," He scratched the back of his head, "Please, come in." He moved aside to allow him to enter and as he looked down, he noticed Dean's bow legs. This man was a gift.

"Well," Charlie said as she grabbed her purse and jacket, "I'm gonna get going and leave you two love birds to it." She teased. Charlie knew that Cas didn't want to be left alone, especially with that hunk he chose for an escort, but she did it anyways. "Call me, when you get back." She winked and immediately left them in dead silence.

And after she departed, Dean and Cas stood in the living room in intoxicating awkwardness. Cas didn't want to look at Dean and embarrass himself more than he already had but he had to say something if he wanted to get this to work and make an impression when he presented him to his family.

"How old are you?" Dean broke the ice and finally said something. He had to. It was his job to get comfortable with the client.

"Twenty-six." He couldn't keep his eyes from the floor, he feared of looking up and staring at Dean like an idiot.

"And where are we going?"

"Canlis."

"Ah." Dean had only been there once and it was too fancy for his taste, "And what's the occasion?"

"Every year there's a music festival organized for the city and I landed the main gig. My siblings wanted to celebrate." He looked at Dean to see if he was interested and sure enough he was. Dean didn't think of it as a big deal but he would go to that festival when he was younger and the main performers were bigger stars now; he had to admit that it was pretty cool.

"Congratulations." He said.

"Thank you."

"So, what do you want me to tell your family when they ask about us? Where did we meet? How long have we been together?" Dean walked to the couch and sat down. He patted the available space next to him for Castiel to sit.

Cas mentioned to Gabriel about two months ago that he was in a stable relationship and would repeat the same statement every time they met up, "We've been together for two, almost three, months." That seemed fair enough. "We met at a café." It was the first place that came to mind and the simplest one. It was becoming hard for him to properly concentrate when Dean was so close to him. He was gorgeous, so breath-taking, that sitting next to him made Cas more nervous than what he already was. He imagined his host to be good to look at from the website's photos but not this much.

Dean nodded, at least the guy wasn't making it so complicated. He had been with some women that took their first encounters from fairy-tales "At what time do we leave?"

He looked down to his watch, "It's best if we go now." Castiel stood up, grabbed his trench coat, and began to make his way to the door. "Do you want to take my car?"

"I prefer mine."

-.-.-.-.-.-

Dean drove a black 1967 Chevy Impala that would definitively impress Gabriel. Castiel could care less about cars but he couldn't deny that Dean's was a true beauty.

It had been a twenty minute drive that Dean used to get to know Castiel better. He was a violinist from a small town in Washington, just a few miles out of Seattle. His favorite movie was Cruel Intentions with Sarah Michelle Gellar, and his favorite band was Mumford & Sons.

Even if none of those things fell under any of Dean's standards, he admitted that Castiel was quite the eye candy. He had messy dark brown hair and amazing blue eyes that Dean couldn't stop staring at. His figure was lean and athletic, like if he worked out every morning to look the way he did.

After they both got out of the car, Dean whispered, "Do you want to, maybe, hold hands?" As soon as he said that, he saw Castiel's hand moving away from his. "We don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable; it's just to make it credible."

"Oh." Cas kept looking at Dean's hand as if it were a weapon that was about to kill him, "Okay." He nodded and Dean entangled his fingers with Castiel's, sending a wave of chills across the other man's body.

Walking together to the entrance, holding hands, caused for a lot of heads to turn to them, some to smile, others to give stare in surprise. Cas assumed it was because of Dean. There was no way someone so dashing could be with him.

"Welcome to Canlis. Do you have a reservation?" The attractive hostess's wouldn't keep her brown eyes from Dean, even after she saw him holding Castiel's hand.

"Yes." Castiel said, "Gabriel Novak."

She typed the name into the computer and one result came up, "Ah yes, table for four." She grabbed two menus and signaled Dean and Cas to follow her to a table at the other side of the restaurant where two people were already sitting.

Neither of them noticed Castiel coming closer until the hostess said, "Gabriel Novak's table. Your waiter will be with you soon to ask for your drink."

A man with chocolate brown hair stood up and spread his arms, "Cassie!" He said loudly as he waited for his younger brother to run to his arms and hug him, but it didn't happen. "Oh," His head turned Castiel's companion, "And who's this hunk?"

"Yeah, who is he, Castiel?" Anna stood from her chair and hugged Castiel.

"Oh." Dean stretched his hand, "I'm Dean Winchester, Castiel's boyfriend."

Gabriel moved Anna out of the way so that he could shake Dean's hand first. "So this is the famous boy-toy that Cassie's been hiding from us, huh?" Castiel didn't appreciate that Gabriel was calling him Cassie or Dean a boy-toy. "I gotta say, he's a lot more handsome than I imagined."

"Yeah he is." Anna sipped from her wine. There was no way somebody like Castiel could've hit such a hard jackpot by getting himself such a handsome lad for a boyfriend.

As they all sat down, Gabriel asked, "So how come you've kept him hidden for such a long time?"

"You know I don't like to display my relationships." The last time he had done that, his whole family watched in amusement as his relationship tore down. "But be glad I've brought him."

"Yeah," Anna scoffed, "After we practically begged you to. It's nice to finally meet the one who got you out of your Balthazar phase. It seemed like you were never gonna get out of there."

Just hearing that poisonous name, made Castiel sigh in discomfort and slight anger. There was nobody he hated more than his ex. Sure, the relationship had been great in the beginning, but then changes began to occur and their whole fling went down to hell.

Dean noticed how Castiel looked down, uncomfortable by the mention of his past boyfriend, so he wrapped his arm around him. Castiel told him about Balthazar on their drive to the restaurant because he knew Anna was going to bring him up and from what he told him, he understood why the topic was a sensitive area.

"Thank you." Cas whispered.

"No problem."

Just a few seconds later, a waitress came to their table to ask Dean and Castiel for their drinks and to refill Anna and Gabriel's wine glasses. Dean asked for a vodka-soda, Castiel asked for white wine. They all thanked the young lady after she served them their beverages.

"So…where's Michael?"

"Not available as always."

Michael, their thirty-five year old brother, had become too good to socialize with his family outside of Christmas and Thanksgiving even since he won his first case as a lawyer. Slowly, his kind and loving personally was being replaced by a cold, hating attitude that thought himself above everyone else in the Novak family. Anna was also following his footsteps.

"Well, you can't really blame him." Anna spoke, "He's a busy man."

"Yeah, but he could've made a spot for us, for Cas. Cassie hit a big one in his career and he can't even find the time to make it. I call bullshit on that. Even I drove four hours to fucking get here."

"It's fine." Cas smiled, "It's not like he's been there for me before."

Dean knew what it was to have an absent figure, his dad was a very similar case. He didn't think he would be reminded of that while he was doing his job.

"It's true. But enough about that asshat, how are you feeling about this, Cassie? This is huge, you know? Not many get chosen to perform at this music festival and you're gonna be the main act!"

The Paper Lanterns Festival was a huge thing in Seattle, many people from across the country came to watch as new stars were being born and at the end of it, paper lanterns were released to create beautiful scenery for the city. Castiel had always dreamed of performing there since the first time his parents took him when he was ten and his dream had finally come true. "It feels great! I only dreamt of it, I never thought it would become true someday."

"But here you are." Dean said, "You've made it and I'm proud of you." Yes, Dean knew he didn't have the right to say that to a complete stranger but somehow, in the little time they had spent together, it felt as if he had known Castiel his whole life.

"Did you really drive four hours to get here?" Cas asked Gabriel.

He shook his head, "Nah, I've been here all week, because Kali and I are moving into Seattle and I'm just closing some deals with the University here so I can start working after I move in to our new place."

"Why move?"

"Seattle's great, a bit depressive, but it's great."

"So." Anna interrupted the moment, "How much did you pay for Dean to date you, Cas?" Of course, she had to say something like that.

"He didn't pay anything, actually." Dean answered, "We met at a café, and I had to work really hard to convince him to go out with me on a date." He chuckled, "It took a while, sure, but he accepted in the end, and I took him out another two times before he finally said yes to being my boyfriend."

Castiel couldn't believe it, they hadn't talked about any of that, but Dean improvised and made it realistic enough for Anna and Gabriel to eat it all up.

"I would've never pictured it on him, but he was really good at playing hard-to-get. Enough for me to keep coming back to him like a starving dog, hungry for more of this blue eyed angel."

"Damn, Cas, I would've never pictured you to be that way!" Gabriel teased; he always knew his younger brother had a little devil in him.

"You had him work so hard to get you?"

It hadn't even been thirty minutes into the dinner, and Anna had managed to hit all of Castiel's nerves, "How's your boyfriend Anna? What was his name again? Raphael? Uriel? Bartholomew? It's just, you've had so many failed ones, that it's kind of hard to think of one that's stuck around." As soon as it left his mouth, he knew he was going to regret saying something so rude later.

But at least it made Anna shut up for the rest of the night, so that was a highlight.

Dean and Gabriel seemed to be getting along really well and as expected. They talked about cars: Dean's 1967 Impala versus Gabe's 1969 Camaro. All Castiel could do was smile and say a few things he thought were appropriate for their conversations before their food came, and suddenly, he was back into the talk.

There were some moments in which Dean, in order to make it seem as if they were in a relationship, would kiss the top of Castiel's head and stare at him while he looked away with loving eyes. Cas wished he could do the same to not give away the idea that their love was one sided but eveytime he tried, the thought of it all being an act consumed him and killed off his vibe.

The night turned out to be very enjoyable for everyone except Anna, who was busy texting her current boyfriend, or sugar-daddy as Gabriel had told him when she had been off to the ladies room, Zachariah. It was a good two hours of good food, nice conversations, and worshipping of Castiel for finding such a charming 'boyfriend' like Dean.

For several moments of the night, Castiel wished he hadn't enjoyed Dean's company as much as he had, but he couldn't help himself from smiling at the man with freckled cheeks as if he really were dating him or from thinking that he had the experience of meeting him, even if it was just for that day.

-.-.-.-.-.-

The first thing Castiel did when he got to his apartment was sit down on his couch. He was so full and tired, all he wanted to do was to sleep and relax, but Dean was still there. He had spent such a wonderful with his pretend boyfriend that it kind of hurt him to see him go. If he could, he would ask him out to meet up some other time but that one of the bolded rules of the contract he agreed on.

It was one of the few dates Dean actually enjoyed. Usually, the family members of his clients would give him a glare of disapproval, but not the Novak folks, they both seemed to like him, especially Gabriel. He also enjoyed accompanying Castiel, he was kind and loving, and he treated him nicely, like a person, something most of the women he had been with couldn't do.

"Shouldn't you be heading home?" Castiel asked even if he didn't want him to leave.

"Well, you're right but…" Dean took off his jacket and laid it on the couch that Castiel planned to lay upon. "I'm not quite done yet."

"What?" He asked. Was Dean supposed all the hours he paid for? He wouldn't mind it, it'd be an honor to have him around for longer, but it was still a bit…odd.

"You don't know what you got yourself into, do you?" Dean raised an eyebrow. That was a first, usually when people hired him under the Full Package, they knew what they were doing but Castiel obviously didn't.

"I don't…" Castiel trialed off. "Look, if you want to stay the night, you're more than welcome."

"That was my intention."

"Oh…" He was not prepared for that. "I'll bring you some pillows and—"

"There's a second part to our deal, Cas." Dean interrupted.

Cas. He liked the sound of his nickname coming from Dean but it wasn't what he was supposed to focus on, "A second part?" He repeated.

"You paid for the Full Experience. There's a reason of why it's a bit expensive and that's because I'm supposed to sleep with you." He grinned at Castiel's shocked expression and how his cheeks slowly turned bright pink, "It was in the website and guidelines."

The only freaking part of the guidelines that he actually took the time to read was the things he wasn't supposed to do with his host and the only part of the website he was interested in was that he would get to choose from the best damn hosts. "Right, um, I didn't know that." Castiel admitted as he took a few steps back, his lower back hitting the edge of a table, almost knocking a lamp down. "Shit." He said when he luckily caught the lamp before it hit the ground. He definitively was not prepared for that.

"Hey, its fine, we don't have to do anything you don't want to. I could leave."

It wasn't until Dean said that when Castiel considered if he really wanted to sleep with Dean. After all, he had paid for it. No, Dean was a person not an object he could use for his pleasures; he couldn't force him into bed. But oh, God, did he miss sex! It had been a while since he got laid and Dean was his ticket for that.

"Do you want me to leave?" Dean asked when Castiel wasn't giving him an answer.

"No." Castiel looked up, his eyes meeting Dean's, "Stay…please." There was a battle going on in Castiel's brain between his morals and urges. He knew how wrong it was but man, did he want Dean.

Dean walked closer to Castiel, "You sure about that?"

"Yeah. Just spend the night with me." He said. "No sex." It was a tough decision but it seemed like the proper thing to do.

"Okay." It was a weird proposal, but he accepted it.

The thought of having Dean just spend the night in his bed devoured Castiel inside. He wanted to get hot and wild with him.

Castiel had never thought about it before until Dean said they were supposed to have sex, to be able to feel and see his naked body press against him, to reach orgasm. Hard, soft, nasty, passionate, it didn't matter how it was done…just sex…it was all he could think of when looking at Dean. Maybe breaking one rule in his book wouldn't hurt. It'd haunt him later, sure, but for the moment it didn't matter.

So, as instinct kicked in, Castiel placed his hand behind Dean's neck and brought him down for a kiss. His full lips tasted like peaches and cinnamon from the dessert he had at the restaurant.

The kiss took Dean by surprise but he immediately returned the gesture and he wrapped his hands around Castiel's waist to bring him closer. "We can do this however you want." Dean whispered almost breathless, his hands already reaching for the buttons of Cas' shirt.

And sure enough, they had sex that night just like Castiel had wanted.