Dean sat at his dinner table eating a bowl of Cheerios and going over the script. It was a little over 6AM when he heard the alarm clock in the guest room going off. His impromptu guest hit the snooze button after a long minute.

Sipping his coffee, Dean grinned at the image in his mind. He wondered if Castiel was a morning person. Probably not.

The guest room's door opened soon after, and a disheveled man in a wrinkled suit hovered by his table, looking at Dean with a million silent questions. Castiel probably had the assumption that Dean was some kind of mind reader or he understood eye communication.

"Yes?" Dean asked, flipping the page of his script.

"What happened last night?" Castiel asked, running his hand through the bale of hay that was his hair.

"Tried to give you a ride but you crashed in my car," Dean explained calmly, taking another sip of coffee. "I nearly had to carry you inside. You were mumbling something about your brothers and silly actors."

"Jesus. What else did I say?" Castiel pulled out a chair and joined Dean at the table.

"You asked me if I wanted a hand job," Dean deadpanned.

Castiel froze, leaning back against his chair and slowly shrinking in place.

"I'm kidding," Dean said in a rush. "Geez, man, it was a joke. Don't look so scared."

"Is this your home?" Castiel asked, slightly flushed. He looked around the living room.

"It's not big or expensive, but it's my apartment," Dean said. "I keep that guest room for my brother who comes to visit from time to time. He'll be here for spring break, actually."

Castiel nodded, fumbling with his fingers on the table, and then with his loose tie. "I left my luggage in my trailer. I'm afraid I don't have a change of clothes."

"Don't sweat it, man. I got you covered." Dean pushed away his coffee mug and script and stood up. "Wait here." He left Castiel there and went into his bedroom. He flipped on the light switch and entered his closet. "I should warn you, I don't think I own a suit. The one I wore for Supernaturally's premiere was rented," he called from his room.

"You wore a rented suit to your movie premiere?" Castiel asked from the table.

"Yeah, and I looked damned good in it too." Dean grinned. He went back to searching through his shirts. He pulled out a Ramones shirt he wore since high school. "This is probably the closest thing I have to your size. I'll give you a pair of jeans." He grabbed the jeans from one of his drawers. "I also have a new toothbrush if you want to use it. Always gotta be prepared for Sammy. He never remembers to bring his toothbrush."

Dean went back out and handed the items to his new guest.

Castiel held the shirt and jeans to his chest, clutching them both like his life depended on it. "Dean, thank you. I mean it. If it wasn't for you, I—"

"You don't have to thank me, Cas," Dean said. "The bathroom's right down the hall. You'll find clean towels on the rack. Let me know if you need anything else. When you're ready, come have breakfast. I made bacon and eggs."

Castiel nodded, striding away.

Dean inhaled a deep breath, folding his arms across his chest. His phone rang, distracting him from the strange path his mind was about to embark on. Dean went back to the table as he answered the phone.

"Late night," Dean said into the receiver.

"Figured that much," Sam said. "So, how did it go? It must be so hard going from hunting monsters to pouring coffee."

"Alright, I'll admit that this romantic comedy is nothing like my last movie. I haven't been splattered with fake blood at all. And I like the director. When you get here I'll bring you on set so you can meet everybody."

"Do I get to meet Bela Talbot?" Sam asked excitedly. "Does she know how amazing she is? Does she talk about her other movies? How is she in person?"

"Now I know you definitely won't be meeting her, you perv," Dean said.

"I promise I won't embarrass you, Dean," Sam said. "I'm a law student. We don't lie. Usually."

"Yeah, sure." Dean glanced up when he noticed Castiel approaching him. The black Ramones shirt was pressed to his chest, fitting tightly around his arms. And the ripped jeans hung loose at his hips, showing a bit of the sensitive skin there. Dean pressed his legs together, sitting tensely at the table. Look away. Why are you staring at him? Look away! "Sammy, I gotta get to work soon. I'll call you later, alright?"

"Say hi to Bela for me," Sam said before disconnecting.

Castiel's wet hair was dripping. "We'll be late for work if I have breakfast."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "I'm not letting you out of this apartment on an empty stomach. You're not fainting on the set because of me." Dean stood up again. "Sit down, Cas."

"Okay," Castiel relented, taking a seat on the chair next to Dean.

Dean filled up a plate with bacon and eggs, reheated them up, and served it to Castiel. "Eat up, Jimmy. We have an even longer day ahead of us today."

"Cas," he said, digging into the food in delight. "I like being called Cas."

"Oh," Dean said, making a mental note of it. "Cas it is."

"This is delicious," Castiel said, taking a bite of the bacon.

Dean offered him some toast. "I know. I made it with my special recipe."

"Which is?"

"Why, it is Love, my darling."

Castiel burst into laughter, nearly choking on his bacon and eggs. Dean pushed a glass of orange juice to him, and Castiel gulped it down.

"Easy, tiger."

"You amuse me more than anyone else I've ever met," Castiel confessed, continuing with his meal.

"So I guess it's safe to say we can move on from what happened yesterday, with the coffee?" Dean asked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

Castiel sighed. "I behaved poorly. I know it is no excuse to say I was tired, but I was."

"I'm more than happy to put that behind us, Cas. You're not so bad yourself."

"Thanks." Castiel took another bite of bacon. "I don't know this city very well. I'm from Kansas. Whenever I film, I feel like I'm stepping into an entirely different universe."

"That applies to the natives too," Dean said. "I hear that you don't like acting so much. Is that true?"

Castiel shrugged. "Acting is an art I have studied for years. It fascinates me. I'm just not completely used to the whole package. I wish actors could be just that—actors. We're celebrities now, too. We don't get to have any privacy. We have to share our lives with the rest of the world. We have to behave a certain way unless we want bad publicity, which could affect future projects. Actors are enslaved to the public eye. It is honestly dreadful. I want nothing to do with that environment. But I enjoy the acting process. I like bringing life into a character, especially when he is well-written."

"That's an interesting thought," Dean said, considering Castiel's dilemma. He wanted to act, but he didn't want to be an actor. "Most people want to be actors for the fame and money. What do you want to get out of it?"

Castiel looked at Dean for a long moment. "I want to be a different person. For just a while."

Dean leaned closer. "Why would you want to be anyone but you?"

"I'm not always the best version of myself," Castiel muttered.

"Really? Because in the time I've gotten to know you, it's only made me want to know every version of you."

Castiel smiled. "You don't know what you're saying, Dean."

"I think I do," Dean said, picking up both of their empty plates and carrying them over to the sink. "And hey, while you're here, I'm going to show you all the perks of living in Los Angeles. Who knows? You might grow fond of the city."

Castiel snorted. "I highly doubt that."

"Hey, Cas," Dean said, walking back to the kitchen table. "You can stay here. For now."

"What?" Castiel asked, cocking his head.

"You can stay at my place while we film this movie," Dean said. Really, he probably should have thought about this rather than make an impulse decision. But he knew that the only way to welcome Castiel to the city was to keep him close. Besides, his apartment was much nicer than any hotel he could stay at. This place smelled like home, not like clean sheets. Not to say that Dean didn't have clean sheets. He did. "What do you say?"

Castiel straightened up in his chair. Once he seemed to realize that Dean wasn't kidding this time around, he eased down. "I would like that, Dean."

"Great." Dean grabbed his script, cell phone, and keys. "Now we're really going to be late and everyone will peg us as diva actors who don't care about anybody else's time."

"I will simply let everyone know you held me hostage in your apartment until I ate your food," Castiel deadpanned.

Dean laughed. "Getting a good night's sleep really perked you up, huh?"

"I do feel lighter now," Castiel admitted, rising from his chair and following Dean to the door.

"You look like a poor man having a midlife crisis in those clothes," Dean said, laughing again.

"That is exactly what I was going for," Castiel said.

It was their second day of shooting, and Dean and Cas had yet another scene together. Dean, as Michael, was heading to his apartment, which was conveniently right on top of his coffee house. Castiel, as Jimmy, was lounging on the couch in a lazy, comfortable position that Castiel seemed to like. He was smiling widely, even before they started filming.

Dean had to walk into the house and find Jimmy eating his chips and watching television. Before they started filming, Dean went to sit on the armrest near Cas' feet.

"Are you enjoying this?" Dean asked Cas, flicking one of his shoes.

"Oh, yes," Castiel said, nodding. "I like Jimmy and Michael's relationship. It makes sense."

"They're a fun duo," Dean agreed. It wasn't hard to get into conversation with Castiel, despite the enormous amount of people in the room with them. He enjoyed these short moments where they could just talk about anything.

"Dean, I've been giving some thought to the offer you made me this morning," Castiel said, leaning up on his elbows. His blue gaze was unflinching as he watched Dean. "I am not certain of your seriousness. I can't think of why you would invite me to live in your home. You hardly know me."

Dean shrugged. "It's not a big deal, Cas. I have enough room for a guest. I think you're a cool person. And I was raised by my mother to be hospitable and kind to everyone. That's not always easy, but I try."

"I hope you don't feel like you owe me anything," Castiel said, frowning. "You have done more than enough for me. I'm the one feeling indebted to you."

"Get those crazy thoughts of your head," Dean said, raising his eyebrows and wagging a finger at Cas. "Neither one of us owes the other one anything. What are favors between friends, anyway?"

Castiel smiled crookedly, and Dean gaped a little at the way it made his entire face brighter. "We're friends?"

"I don't go making breakfast for just anyone," Dean said with a roll of his eyes.

Their talk was cut short by Bobby's ringing voice ordering them to their places. Dean glanced at Castiel and returned the smile before he headed out the door.

INT. MICHAEL'S HOUSE – EVENING

After closing up shop, MICHAEL heads to his house. He unlocks the door and lets himself in, but he stops with a jump when he notices JIMMY sprawled on his couch, eating his empty-calorie snacks and watching TV.

MICHAEL

What the hell, man? I thought you went home.

JIMMY

What do you think I'm doing here?

MICHAEL sits on the carpet, in front of JIMMY, and they share the snack in a short, comfortable silence.

MICHAEL

She finally showed up.

JIMMY

Who? Poetry Girl?

Realizing this is serious, JIMMY turns off the TV, and props himself up to listen to his friend.

MICHAEL

She came in about fifteen minutes before I

had to close up. I barely got to talk to her.

JIMMY

Because you had to close up? You are aware that

you're the owner, aren't you? What is this girl

doing to you, buddy?

MICHAEL

(shakes his head)

She is so beautiful.

JIMMY

So, romance her! You're sexy. I mean, do you

Even have to try? Just smile that suave smile

Of yours and she's yours.

MICHAEL

There's one problem.

JIMMY

What is it? Does she have an equally beautiful

Twin sister and you get them confused? Because

I really can't see another problem here.

MICHAEL buries his face on the couch, while JIMMY gently pats his head.

MICHAEL

(muffled by the couch)

She doesn't like coffee.

JIMMY lifts MICHAEL's head and cradles his face.

JIMMY

She what?

MICHAEL

Doesn't like coffee.

JIMMY

Is she insane?

MICHAEL

People have different tastes.

JIMMY lets out a long, suffering breath.

JIMMY

That doesn't mean you can't guide her

Toward the light.

MICHAEL stares at JIMMY for a long moment, completely confused.

MICHAEL

What light? Is this another one of your

Stupid analogies that make absolutely no sense?

JIMMY

(rolls his eyes, still

cradling Michael's face)

Listen up, Pony Boy, because I'm about to

Solve all of your problems. Yet again.

MICHAEL

See, this is why people confuse you for my

Fairy godmother when we go out in public.

JIMMY

Do you want my help or not?

MICHAEL

I told the greatest girl in the world that

I had to close up shop because she didn't like

Coffee. The very nature of me is a problem.

Fix me.

JIMMY

Worry no longer, soldier. I am the churner

To your butter.

MICHAEL

No more analogies.

JIMMY

You take me as I am, or you get nothing at all.

MICHAEL

(sighing)

Fine.

JIMMY smiles greedily before turning the TV back on and going back to his comfortable position on the couch. MICHAEL fights with him for the snacks, but relents when JIMMY tries to bite his hand.

After Bobby yelled cut, Dean joined Castiel on the couch. He set the chips on the coffee table and smiled over at Cas.

"That was fantastic!" Bobby said, approaching them both. "I gotta say, Dean had me worried there for a moment, but I'm glad to see y'all worked this out."

"Dean, you told him?" Castiel asked.

"I might have told him about the coffee," Dean said, wincing.

Castiel rolled his eyes.

"Like I said, glad to see y'all worked this out and there's no hard feelings," Bobby said with a grin. "There's great chemistry in your scenes so far. Dean, let's see if we can get that to happen with Bela tomorrow."

Dean sighed. He knew the scenes with Bela so far hadn't been great, but he'd thought it was all in his head. Apparently not. "I'll work on that," Dean promised.

Chuck Shurley appeared behind Bobby. He wore a plain T-shirt and sweatpants. He stood there quietly until Bobby felt his presence and dragged him forward. "Hello, Mr. Winchester and Mr. Novak."

"You can just call us Dean and Castiel," Dean said. Castiel nodded in agreement.

Bobby chuckled, patting Chuck's shoulders before taking off.

"You're the writer, aren't you?" Dean asked, getting up. Castiel followed suit. "All I've been reading lately is nothing but your script. It's nice to finally put a face behind the work."

"Oh God," Chuck said. "Am I the total opposite of what you expected to find? I forgot to shave this morning."

"Dude, you're fine," Dean assured him. "Cas and I have talked about how great your characters are written. We both like Jimmy."

"It has been pleasurable portraying Jimmy," Castiel said.

Chuck glanced at his feet. "That is so great to hear." He looked back to Castiel. "And you're not just saying that?"

"Certainly not," Castiel said, smiling kindly.

"Sweet." Chuck stumbled back a couple steps before he turned around and walked out of the set.

Dean shared a quick laugh with Castiel.

"Would you like to get out of here?" Castiel asked.

They had enough time to grab dinner before their next scene. Dean agreed and trailed behind Castiel. After filling up two plates of food from the set, they ended up in Dean's trailer. Propped on the small table, they ate while listening to the radio.

"That song you played last night is still in my head," Castiel said, cleaning his hands on a napkin. "It was mesmerizing."

"You need more Zeppelin in your life, Cas." Dean chugged the last bit of his Dr. Pepper. "Listen, don't forget your luggage tonight. If you're gonna be staying at my place, I want you to be as comfortable as possible."

"I spoke with one of the producers, Jody Mills, regarding my new living arrangement," Castiel said, studying Dean's reaction. "Seeing as they had agreed to pay for my hotel expenses, Jody feels entitled to have those funds go to you."

Dean blinked. "You want to pay me rent?"

"Not me, necessarily," Castiel said. "If you don't want the money, I will make Jody aware."

"I wasn't expecting anything," Dean said. "I wouldn't charge you anything to be my temporary roommate, Cas."

Castiel narrowed his eyes, thoughtful. "Would it make matters better if we use that money to explore the city?"

Now that was a plan. Dean liked Castiel's way of thinking. In fact, he liked a lot of Castiel, but he wouldn't let that be too obvious.

Dean held up his empty can of Dr. Pepper. "Here's to Los Angeles."

"And our newfound friendship," Castiel provided.

"And our movie."

Castiel clicked his Sprite against Dean's empty can, and he took a sip. His smiling blue eyes grew smaller.