"Hey. Dean. Wake up."

Dean groaned. "C'mon, Sammy. Five more minutes."

"This isn't childhood, Dean, and I don't think you want it to be. Now get up."

Dean sighed and sat up, swinging his feet over the bedside and blinking at his younger brother. "Why am I getting up, again?"

"First day of work? Kinda important. Important enough that I made you some coffee. For the road, considering that you're gonna be late."

Dean glanced at the clock. "Goddamnit! Why the hell didn't you wake me up early?"

Sam grinned at him. "Because you look so adorable when you sleep."

"Screw you." Dean rolled out of bed, giving his brother a light shove to get him out of the way. He opened his closet, staring at the contents. "What the hell do I wear to a job?"

Sam laughed. "Does it matter? I mean,you'll spend the majority of your day in a prince costume."

"Hey." Dean pointed at his brother. "Prince costumes are manly."

Sam laughed louder. "Yeah, you keep thinking that."

"Screw you," Dean muttered as he took out a grey button down and a black undershirt and shrugged them on.

Sam stopped laughing and looked at Dean. "How was your date, by the way?"

"Hm? Oh. Huge disappointment. She was some super moral girl, wouldn't even kiss me afterwards."

"That sucks." Sam laughed and left the room. "Coffee's on the counter," he called over his shoulder on his way out.

"Yeah, yeah." Dean found a pair of jeans that, luckily, looked like they had been worn only a couple times since their last wash. He put them on and walked out of the room.

He strolled into the bathroom and peered into the mirror. He quickly swept his hand through his hair, trying to comb it. He sighed disapprovingly at his hair's blatant disobedience, before going through his morning routine.

He walked out of the room and went into the kitchen area, picking up the coffee mug and nodding at Sam.

Sam grinned at him. "Have fun, m'lord."

Dean made a face. "Yeah, yeah. Have fun at school."

He turned and made his way out of the apartment, before pausing and heading back in.

Sam was standing there, car keys dangling from his fingers.

Dean nodded. "Right. Thanks."

Sam shook his head. "No problem, Dean."

Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove along the highway, humming to the tune of Kansas.

He turned into the Disney lot and found his spot. He got out of his car and made his way to his designated section, finding the employee area.

There was, of course, a woman with a clipboard waiting at the entrance. She had brown hair that was tied up into a bun. She looked up and frowned.

"You must be Mr. Winchester. You're late."

Dean checked his watch. "By four minutes. What's the big deal?"

"Every minute counts, Mr. Winchester. Now, my name is Naomi. I'll be your supervisor."

Dean frowned. "I thought that was Crowley?"

"Crowley is my boss. He supervises the entire park. I supervise this particular section."

"Ah. Okay, so where do I go?"

"The dressing room is down the hall. It's the third door on the left. You'll be dressed and given makeup."

Dean groaned. Crowley hadn't told him about the makeup during their interview.

Naomi gave him a look. "I assume you don't have a problem with that, Mr. Winchester?"

"Hm? Oh, no, no problem at all. I'm all about the makeup." Dean shook his head and started down the hall.

"Oh, and Mr. Winchester?"

"Yes?"

"Lose the surly attitude. Kids don't want to see a grumpy Prince Jensen."

He sighed. "I know. I took drama in high school, I know how to play the part."

"Good. Now go get ready."

He nodded and headed into the dressing room.

Castiel was standing with his back to him. He was dressed in a white tuxedo-style costume, with gold highlights. He turned at the sound of the door and gave Dean his typical unnerving look. Dean had to admit, he didn't look half bad.

"Hello! You must be Dean!" A young lady made her way to his side, and he ripped his eyes from Castiel to give her what he hoped was a winning smile.

"That would be me, yes. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"

She grinned back. "I'm Charlie. I'll be your costume and makeup artist."

He nodded. "So you're the one who'll make me look good for the crowd."

"Exactly. And, by the way, I think it's great that you have the courage to do this. I can't imagine what it's going to be like. I'm sure there'll be a lot of haters."

His eyes shot to Castiel's, but the other man was staring at the ground.

Castiel's makeup artist looked between them, before striding over and holding her hand out. "Name's Meg. I'm Castiel's makeup artist. And for the record, I could care less about how much courage you have." She snapped her bubblegum in his face, before turning back to Castiel.

"You're all done, Clarence. Have fun out there."

Clarence? What's that about?

Castiel nodded and gave her a smile. "Thank you, Meg. I truly appreciate your help."

He glanced at Dean. "I shall be waiting at our position." He left the room, and after a moment, Meg left as well.

"What's that about?"

Charlie shrugged. "I don't know. As far as I can tell, they've never met before. But Meg's a bit odd, so I guess I can't really say why she's calling him that."

"Yeah, Castiel's a weird little runt, too."

She glanced at him, a hint of a smile on her face. "Well, I guess we should get started."

He nodded. "Yeah. I guess so."

He glanced at the door one more time, before settling into his new routine.