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Dean tossed and turned in his king size mattress as Gabriel's voice incessantly remained haranguing him with "Cas has been Fassbendered!" Why the hell should he give a dam if his bodyguard were to fuck the suave bastard?

"Yo, Dean-o; quit it will ya! If I would have known you were going to be imitating a food processor tonight, I would have stayed over at Sam's hotel."

"Shut your cake hole, Gabe!" Dean punched one of his goose down pillows.

"You have turned into Cruella Deville since the tasty Blechkuchen moved in on your territory."

"I shudder to think whatever you called Fassbender means."

Gabe smirked from the futon he slept at, in the darkness. "It's a German sexual position where…"

"Shut the fuck up! I knew coming from you it had to be a deviant sex act."

His assistant laughed. "No, you sick bastard. Blechkuchen are German cakes."

Dean rolled his eyes and remained silent as a tomb. He would never admit to anyone but when he witnessed Castiel grabbing Michael's ass, he wanted to run to them, bang a bottle against the smug actor's head, throw Cas over his shoulder and get the hell out of the Rumba Café. Seriously, he had been hanging around Gabe too long. Maybe he needed to socialize more with Chuck and Ash. They could hit strip clubs and catch NFL games.

Gabriel disrupted his thought process. "Hey boss. I know it must be extremely difficult for a man in your position to come out of the closet. I mean you have a huge female following and some might not be too accepting if you were to reveal you prefer sausage over sushi."

Dean swallowed loudly. "Dude, I told you I don't want to talk about that anymore. I am not gay!"

"Yeah right; poor Fassbender would be six feet under by now with all the death glares you were beaming at him all night. You need to be more subtle, dude."

"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I was jealous of him because he became the center of attention and I was left on my own? Even you and Sam were gushing around the guy as if he were the second coming of Christ!"

"You keep on deluding yourself, Dean-o."

"Let's get some shut eye," Dean mumbled into a pillow.

"Good night. Sweet dreams and I hope you don't speak in your sleep. I don't want to hear you moan when dreaming about Cas blowing you."

Dean threw one of the pillows at Gabe's head. The assistant giggled right before he started snoring. The actor frustratingly covered his head with a pillow.

The suite's phone rang at eleven am, which was part of the hotel's wake up service. Dean mumbled incoherently as he pulled on boxer briefs. He still sported morning wood and his hands, lower abdomen and thighs were sticky. He had another sex dream with Cas and this time the man did more than pleasure him orally. Dean cursed at Gabriel for planting the seed in his mind.

After taking a lengthy cold shower and performing his morning ablutions, Dean entered the suite's small dining area. His eyes landed on a bare chested Castiel, who was sharing breakfast with Gabe in the diminutive oval table. The bodyguard only donned a pair of flannel pajama pants and was barefoot. Gabriel wore a Lady Gaga t-shirt, denim cutoffs and Nike flip flops.

"Good morning Sunshine! I ordered your favorite artery clogging breakfast of champions: two fried eggs, bacon and a chocolate shake."

Castiel smirked as he lathered strawberry preserve on a freshly baked croissant. "What are you smirking at, Johnny Castle? Where the fuck did you leave Baby? After your Dirty Dancing re-enactment last night; I thought the two of you would be at it like bunnies."

The bodyguard dropped the croissant on the china plate. "Believe me I would have preferred to have been fucking the life out of Michael last evening but I have a job to do. So I spent it in my room with the door open on the lookout for our favorite killer."

Dean felt like the lowest kind of worm at the moment. He stared at the marble tiles which covered the floor. "Sorry for being a dick"

The actor joined them at the table and ate a couple of bites. His appetite had evaporated after he realized he had crossed the line with his bodyguard.

"Apology accepted" Castiel went on eating the delicious breakfast. Gabe kicked Dean's ankle underneath the table.

Two hours later, Gabriel was bored out of his mind. Dean had kept himself locked in his room with the excuse he was reading a script. Castiel had practiced some yoga earlier and then cleaned his pistol and read a book on self defense, as he sat sentry outside of Dean's room.

Gabriel came up with a brilliant idea. "Dean-o, get your ass out here right this moment!" Castiel stared at him with a confused puppy dog look.

It took Dean about three minutes to vacate his chamber and join them in the living room area. "We are in fucking Paris, France, you guys! Let's take in the attractions and scenery. We don't leave for LA until tomorrow afternoon."

Gabe and Castiel both gazed at Dean simultaneously as if waiting for his reply. The autumn day's weather was surprisingly warm so it was perfect for sightseeing. Dean knew he was going to regret it but he agreed with Gabriel's suggestion.

His assistant clapped his hands. "This is going to be great! I am going to call Sam and you call Michael. They can join us!"

Castiel rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know if that is a good idea…I need to be protecting Dean and should not have any distractions."

"Dude, we are going to be in public settings. Mr. Killer is not going to risk being caught by trying to yank me where there are tons of people around us. Go ahead and tell Magneto, we'll stop by for him."

"Are you sure, Dean?" Castiel inquired.

He licked his lips nervously. "I insist."

"Thanks!" Castiel seemed like a teenager getting ready for prom. He scurried to his room to make the call.

Twenty minutes later, the trio was exiting their suite. Dean observed Castiel walk to the suite across the hall from theirs. He knocked twice and fifteen seconds later a jubilant Fassbender opened the door. "Good afternoon, gorgeous," he said in an Irish accent. He placed a chaste kiss on Cas' lips.

"How convenient you moved across the hall from us. Now if you need a midnight booty call; you are a few feet away from Castiel's room."

Michael's hand remained firmly placed on Castiel's narrow waist. He smiled at his fellow thespian. "Good day, to you as well, Winchester" There was a mischievous glint in Fassbender's aquamarine eyes.

"Before the two of you get into a cockfight; let's head on out." Gabriel stated before something started. With Dean Winchester one never knew.

Right before the quartet ascended the taxi which would take them to Notre Dame Cathedral, Sam's giant form materialized from across the street. Gabe's golden eyes sparkled as they took in all of Samuel's perfect physique. The man did fill jeans to perfection and the navy Polo short he wore fit his muscled torso perfectly. Sam actually lifted Gabriel in the air and kissed him hard on the mouth. Gabe wrapped his short legs around the giant's hips.

Michael and Castiel chuckled as the two men remained lip locked for quite some time. Dean coughed. "One of you is going to need fresh air soon. I refuse to administer CPR to either of you!"

Sam reluctantly placed Gabriel on the ground. The Sasquatch pouted. Gabe held his hand as they entered the waiting taxi. Luckily, another taxi came and the other three men hopped on that one. Samuel's 6' 4 frame took a lot of space within the cab.

Castiel felt rather uncomfortable as he sat in between his employer and new friend. He wondered if he and Michael would ever have sex. Last night Cas felt terribly guilty after leaving his charge unattended while he and Fassbender had a jolly good time. Dean's safety was his number one priority so he returned to the table and did not leave his side for the remainder of the evening. It had become a difficult juggling act, guarding Dean and getting to know Michael. The handsome actor had pleasantly surprised him by informing him, he was staying at their same hotel.

The bodyguard smiled at Michael as the Irish raised man placed his arm around his shoulder. Castiel felt Dean stiffen in the back of the taxi. Why the hell was he being such an asshole? He was adamant that he was not gay. Yet he had passionately kissed him after the self defense session the other day. Dean Winchester was a walking contradiction and confused the hell out of Castiel.

The taxis swiftly arrived at Ile de la Cite, where Notre Dame Cathedral is located at. A group of Japanese tourists took pictures of the gothic structure. Pigeons flocked towards an elderly French man, who always came in the afternoons to feed them bread crumbs. Castiel felt a rush of tranquility overtake him. He looked at the others and they all also had a relaxed look on them, as well.

The group entered the crowded cathedral, which was not holding mass at the moment. Both Dean and Michael wore dark shades and caps so they would not be recognized. They all separated, going their own way as they observed and took pictures of the sculptures and stained glass windows which were littered throughout the structure. Castiel remained by Dean's side throughout the Notre Dame excursion.

Half an hour later, they headed to a local gourmet shop, where they purchased a picnic meal. Afterwards the group headed to Bois de Vincennes, where they were going to have a picnic and partake of boat rides. Gabe and Sam spread two large checkered picnic blankets over the verdant grass underneath several blossoming cherry trees. Castiel and Michael retrieved the French delicacies from the wicker basket.

The spread was kind of girly for Dean's taste but he decided to stay quiet about it. Fassbender opened a bottle of red wine and poured it into five glasses. Gabriel and Sam cut pears and apples in slices. Castiel opened the containers of the duck pate, green olive tapenade and cheese cubes. Dean cut the French and olive breads for the savory ham and brie cheese sandwiches.

"Dudes, I love it here! No annoying fans asking for my autograph and everything is so chill." Dean said as he popped two cheese cubes in his mouth. He quickly noticed Fassbender's hand had not left Cas' knee since they had all settled on the blankets.

"Laddie, you must try the duck pate it is sinfully delicious." Fassbender spread some of it on a cracker and fed it to the bodyguard. Castiel swooned upon tasting the pate. Dean saw a smudge of pate on the side of Cas' mouth.

"Dude, you have something on your face." The blond actor was going to wipe it with a napkin but Michael beat him to it. He cupped Castiel's flushed face and licked the pate leisurely. "There, all clean."

Castiel gazed dreamily at the man for a few seconds. Sam and Gabe laughed. Dean turned his gaze to a kid, who was about half a block's distance from them flying a red and blue kite. The remainder of the picnic was torture for Dean. Sam and Gabe would feed each other incessantly.

His bodyguard had made a remark he had been suffering from a stiff neck, so Fassbender instructed him to lie down and gave him a massage. Castiel actually moaned softly a couple of times. All of a sudden, the little kid's kite flew into one of the cherry trees. Dean immediately climbed it to retrieve the runaway kite. Cas got on his feet and told Dean to climb down.

"Got it!" Dean exclaimed triumphantly.

He scurried down like a spider monkey and handed the kite to the small boy, who had joined them. "Merci, monsieur."

"You're welcome, kid." Dean affectionately ruffled the boy's red mop of hair. "Hey, mind if I join you?"

The kid smiled revealing a couple of missing front teeth. The two of them started flying the kite once the breeze picked up a bit. Castiel grinned as he witnessed how caring Dean was always around little ones. He went back to the blanket where Michael was dozing off. Cas sat adjacent to him and placed the slumbering actor's head on his lap. He played with his short brown locks.

The bodyguard noticed Gabe and Sam had disappeared. Fifteen minutes later they reappeared laughing/cackling like loons. Sam was actually on all fours trotting around like a horse while Gabriel rode him like a jockey at the Kentucky Derby. Castiel cringed. He delicately placed Michael's head on the blanket and searched inside the wicker basket.

He knew it! A piece of brownie lay inside a small transparent plastic bag. Castiel discretely sniffed it and instantly knew it was laced with marijuana. Dean had ceased flying the kite with the red haired boy after his mother told him they had to go. He waved bye at the actor gifting him with a gummy smile. Dean waved and headed back. He stopped on his tracks, when witnessing Sam and Gabriel's mad behavior.

Michael woke up due to the show being offered by the two potheads. Sam was even whinnying as a horse. Gabriel slapped his firm derriere and yelled, "Hi-yo, Silver, away!"

Castiel and Fassbender laughed so hard tears formed in their eyes. Dean was livid. "What the fuck is going on?"

His bodyguard whispered, "They ingested pot laced brownies."

"Must have been some hard core shit."

The three of them managed to disentangle Gabe from Sam, who had assumed a Mr. Ed persona. "You guys suck!" Gabriel screamed as Dean and Michael dragged him kicking to the picnic blanket.

Castiel offered Sam an apple as a bribe. "Come on horsy." The Big Foot, who still remained trotting on all four limbs, followed him. Once he made Sam sit like a normal human being, he gave him the apple. Miraculously, the two men fell asleep for a half hour nap.

Cas had brought with him a sketch pad and drew the nature scenes which surrounded them. Michael sat close to him reading from a William Yeats book of poetry. He cleared his throat as he started reading to Castiel, Yeat's "He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven".

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Dean rolled his emerald eyes as he heard Fassbender recite poetry to Cas. The smug bastard was a smooth operator he admitted to himself. Castiel had stopped drawing and gazed adoringly at the other man. He dropped the sketch pad and drawing stencil on the blanket.

"No one has ever recited poetry to me."

"You are joking! I guess people who claim romance is dead, do have a point."

The two men were about to kiss but Gabe and Sam woke up at that very moment. They ate the remaining snacks and drank bottled water. "You will never embarrass me like that in public, Gabe! How dare you get high and act like the Lone Ranger while you rode your beloved, Silver, over there."

"Shit Dean, I am so fucking sorry. We just wanted to get a bit high. The kid we got the stuff from must have sold us some hard core stuff. I promise this will never happen again. This is the first and last time I ever do any type of drug."

"I apologize as well. I don't want to give any of you a bad first impression." Sam said as he stared at the grass.

"Just as long as you don't pull a stupid stunt like this; it will be forgotten. Don't you go corrupting Gabriel! He is one of the most decent guys I know."

"Thanks, Dean-o. You are such a softie."

"Why don't we go on a boat ride over at the manmade lakes?" Fassbender suggested.

"Sounds like a great idea!" Cas remarked.

"Of course you would jump at your boyfriend's suggestion," Dean stated.

"Come on boss man, it will be loads of fun!" Gabriel grabbed Dean's hand and led him to the lake's dock. A bald man, who resembled Mr. Clean, secured three of the small boats for the group. Sam and Gabe hopped on the first one. Castiel instructed Dean to take the middle boat so he would be safe in that spot. Castiel would be with Michael in the third boat, where he would have Dean in his sight at all times.

Sam rowed the boat as Gabe sang "Don't Rain on my Parade". Dean chuckled and when he turned around his smile turned into a frown. Castiel was in the process of removing Fassbender's shirt. The bodyguard's cobalt eyes raked the actor's newly exposed torso.

Dean gritted his teeth. What a fucking show off! Fassbender knew his arms would impress the smitten bodyguard whenever they rowed the small boat's oars. Two can play the game. Dean removed his shirt. "All this rowing is making me sweat like a pig!"

Everyone gazed at him as if he had lost a couple of marbles. Dean discretely gazed at Castiel, who was staring at his shirtless torso. He smirked. Ha! Take that Fassbender! For the next ten minutes, the three boats were rowed in silence. Everyone took in the scenic wonders of the area, which included a mother duck leading her young into an adjacent pond.

"Hey Fassbender want to race?" Dean bellowed.

"Oy vey," Gabriel whispered to Sam. "This is not going to end well." Sam shrugged his gigantic shoulders.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Winchester."

"Come on, did you grow a vagina all of a sudden, and are chicken now?"

Fassbender remained quiet and stared at Castiel. "What, you need to ask your boyfriend for permission?" Michael glared at the cocky American.

"Alright, mate. Sam, row your boat to the side." Once Sam had done as requested, Fassbender got their boat next to Dean's. "On a count to three"

Gabe did the honors and even waved a napkin to start the race. Castiel rolled his eyes at the two actors' immaturity. He held on to the sides of the small craft as Michael rowed as quickly as possible. Dean was rowing like crazy, splashing water all around his boat.

"Whoever reaches the end of the lake over there wins!" Dean yelled.

He continued rowing madly. One of his oars got caught with an underwater rock and impeded his progress. Dean stood up and fought with the wooden oar. He became so agitated upon seeing the other boat pass him that his boat capsized, sending him into the cold water.

Castiel heard the loud splash and his skin blanched as he saw Dean's overturned boat. "Michael, row us over to Dean!"

Dean had no idea the manmade lake would be pretty damn deep! How embarrassing! Cas must think he is such a loser! All of a sudden, his right leg got tangled with some weed like plant. He tried not to panic. Two minutes felt like an hour for the desperate man as he held his breath. He saw a hand reaching out to him before losing consciousness.

Castiel, Michael, Sam and Gabriel had all leaped into the water, when they had reached the overturned boat. Sam and Cas swam and were able to find an unconscious Dean. Michael and Gabriel managed to turn the boat to its right position. Samuel carried a drenched Dean into it. Castiel volunteered to row the boat back to shore.

When Sam had placed Dean on the ground, Castiel administered CPR on him. "Come on Dean, open your beautiful eyes," Cas whispered in the man's ear. The second time he breathed air into the actor's mouth, Dean's eyes slightly opened.

He took in much needed breath and coughed water out. Cas remained kneeling at his side. Once Dean released all the water, he helped him sit down. Dean's breathing was returning to its normal state. "Dean-o, you gave us quite a fright! What happened?" Gabriel asked as he held on to his boss' cold and clammy hand.

"Are you alright?" Sam and Michael asked simultaneously.

Dean choked. "Yeah, thanks, you guys." His eyes did not leave Cas' relieved ones. His bodyguard smiled at him. He helped Dean get up. "I think we have had enough fun for the day. Let's head back to the hotel."

Twenty minutes later the five men stood outside their suites' hallway. "We all are in desperate need of a warm shower and change of clothes. What are we going to do with the bathroom situation?" Gabe asked.

Castiel responded, "Dean will shower in his bathroom. Gabe, you and Sam can use mine."

A shivering Dean gulped. "What about you?"

Fassbender quickly replied, "He and I can share mine." Castiel's face turned beet red.

"I won't take long; so if you can wait Cas, you can shower in my bathroom."

"Thanks for the offer, Dean, but I am freezing to death. I would enjoy a hot shower immediately."

"Of course; well have fun." Dean said as he entered his suite. Gabe and Sam had already run inside.

Fassbender waited until Castiel closed the suite's door and started taking off his sodden clothes, shoes and socks. Cas did the same. The two drenched men strolled to the bathroom and slid off their wet boxer briefs. Michael was the first to enter the marble tiled shower stall. He set the water to come out warm. He offered his hand to Castiel. The bodyguard entered and closed the sliding glass door.

Michael enveloped his strong arms around the other man's waist and they stood underneath the showerhead. The two men relished the feel of the warm water hitting their cold bodies. Fassbender trailed kisses down Castiel's jaw to his neck. He nibbled at his pulse point. Cas panted as their cocks rubbed against each other.

His mouth attacked Michael's. The two of them kissed passionately as they jerked each other off. Cas kissed the actor's jaw and bit it hard. Fassbender was the first one to be brought to orgasm. The water washed away their jizz from each others' bodies. They took turns lathering each other with soap. They were already turning into prunes. A couple of minutes later, they exited the shower stall and entered Michael's bedroom. The actor gave Castiel a pair of sweat pants and an old t-shirt to wear.

When Dean was showering all he could think of was what his bodyguard and the other thespian were doing in the shower. He knew it wasn't any of his damn business but couldn't stop himself from imagining all sort of decadent acts the two men could be doing. Dean took a quick hot shower. After he dried and clothed himself, Dean headed to the living room. He was disappointed to see Castiel had not returned yet.

Gabriel and Samuel joined him. "How are you feeling, Dean-o?" Gabe asked.

"I'm fine, thanks, Gabe."

There was a knock at the door. Samuel opened it. Dean thought it was Cas but it turned out to be room service. "I ordered us some clam chowder and hot chocolate. I also did the same for the lovebirds across the hall."

Dean frowned for a second. "Thanks, Gabe. You are a life saver, as usual."

The three men ate the hearty chowder and drank the hot chocolate. After they were sated, Dean told Gabe to go ahead and spend the night over at Sam's hotel. "Are you sure, boss man? I don't want to leave you alone."

"Cas is across the hall and he will return any moment now. Go and enjoy your last night in Paris."

Gabriel hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you and I promise to be here first thing in the morning." The short man scurried into the bedroom he shared with Dean to change clothes and fetch his toiletries.

"Thanks mate. The two of us have wanted some time on our own." Dean noticed Sam's Scottish brogue was thicker than usual this evening.

Five minutes later, Dean was alone in the vast suite. He gazed at the beautiful Parisian night scenery from the main balcony. There was a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower from where he stood. How ironic; he was in the City of Love and was more alone than ever. He cursed himself as Castiel popped up in his mind. He would allow his bodyguard some time off while he did who knows what with Fassbender.

Dean retrieved two beer bottles from the mini fridge and headed to his room. He lied on the bed and turned on the LCD television. He settled on MTV. The actor was shocked to see they actually played music videos in the French version. His emerald eyes closed as he heard Lady Gaga's "Judas".

Castiel tossed his dark head sideways as Michael took almost his entire entire swollen/red member inside his damp/satiny mouth. His tongue swirled around the dripping head as Fassbender's crafty hands fondled his balls. He panted when the actor's pearly white teeth scraped against his engorged cock. One of the bodyguard's hands grabbed on to the bed's 100% cotton Egyptian sheets; as the other wrapped around Michael's hair.

His hips thrusted upwards as Fassbender sucked him greedily. Michael held on to Castiel's waist as he felt the dark haired man's orgasm coming. Cas yelled his name as he came inside Michael's mouth. The actor swallowed the tangy jizz before lying next to the bodyguard. Fassbender saw Castiel's clear blue eyes had darkened to a midnight blue. He kissed him hard on the mouth.

As Michael was going to cover their perspiring bodies with a sheet, Castiel sat up. An alarmed look adorned his stubble riddled face. "Do you smell smoke?"

Fassbender inhaled deeply and his eyes widened. "Shit! I do now!" Cas was already putting on a pair of sweats, which he had abandoned on the floor. As he ran toward Dean's suite he instructed Michael to call 112 for help.

Castiel had never felt so much panic in quite some time. He opened the door and he could feel the heat being emitted from within the suite, before entering. The smell of smoke was overwhelming.

Michael emerged from his suite. "What can I do?"

"Just go downstairs and when the ambulance and firefighters get here; tell them where they need to go." As Cas turned, Michael held his hand. "Be careful" The bodyguard nodded and entered the small inferno.

"Dean…Gabe! Are you guys in here?" If something horrible happened to Dean, Castiel would never forgive himself.

He ran into Dean's room, which miraculously was the only part of the suite that wasn't completely in blazes. Castiel's vision was blurry as he ran to the bed. Dean was asleep. He shook the slumbering man's shoulders. "Dean, wake up! The suite is on fire!" The flames had already entered the room.