A frantic Dean's right thumb tapped incessantly against his thigh as he sat in the backseat of a silver 2012 Range Rover. He hoped Rome hadn't won the contest. He laughed. Dean bet his testicles that the spoiled heiress was the culprit of burning that poor chicken. The only thing Rome Milton was known for was for her parade of boyfriends and for being a supposed fashionista. She probably was incapable of opening a can even with the assistance of a can opener.

Michael gazed through the rearview mirror. He put on an AC/DC cd. Prince Dean was visibly wound tight this evening. He couldn't really blame the man. "Thanks, Mikey," Dean said before biting the cuticle of one of his index fingers.

"Any time, boss man," Michael's vision caught the cameraman heading towards the parked vehicle. The chauffeur smirked as soon as his eyes landed on the contestant, who won the cook off. This was going to be an interesting night.

Dean jumped a little on the leather seat when Crowley opened the front passenger door. "Good evening, your highness." The Scotsman, who always donned black, smirked evilly at him. Gabriel, who was not invited to tag along on the one on one date entered through the back door. He wiggled his tawny brows provocatively. He faced the camera. "Ladies and gents the moment you have all been waiting for has arrived."

He cleared his throat dramatically. Gabe loved getting a rise out of Dean. The royal was fidgety through the entire ordeal. It looked as if the guy had hemorrhoids as he continued moving around. "Man, can we just go on with this." He scowled at the colorful host.

Gabriel pouted. "You're no fun."

"Enough of this, Gabriel, you must get a boner baiting the prince," Castiel murmured before joining Dean in the backseat.

"You guys are made for each other; nothing but a pair of Debbie Downers."

Dean's eyes widened as soon as they heard Castiel's gravelly voice. Cas looked sexy as hell tonight with black jeans, a V-neck navy shirt and casual black blazer. Of course a pair of black Converse covered his feet. His usually untamed hair was neatly combed and the perpetual five o'clock shadow that always covered his cheeks was gone. How the hell was he supposed to keep his hands and other parts of his anatomy from the sexy as fuck American?

"Hello, Dean" Castiel said in that come fuck me voice of his.

"Hey, Cas! I'm glad it was you, who won the contest." Dean grinned.

"For real; I thought I would be the last person you wanted to see enter this car."

Dean leaned closer to the musician and whispered in his ear Rome's name. Castiel chuckled huskily. Damn if that sound didn't make Dean's errant cock twitch.

"Well well, keeping secrets already, are we?" Gabriel said. "Prince Dean-o, you beat me to it. I was going to ask you how you felt about Cas winning the one on one date with you, but it's obvious you were quite relieved when you heard his voice."

Dean and Castiel scowled at him at the same time. "Gotta go and don't do something I would do, kiddies. Toodles!" He blew them a kiss and ventured out of the Range Rover.

Dean rolled his eyes and faced Castiel. "Good, I thought he'd never leave."

Michael started the auto. "There is cold beer just like you like it, boss man and jalapeno flavored Doritos."

"You spoil me, Mikey. Thanks, man!"

Castiel's dark brows rose up. He was pleasantly surprised to see Dean was actually down to earth. The prince opened his beer bottle for him and gave him a plastic plate filled with the chips. "I thought I was the only one, who has an affinity for jalapeno Doritos."

"Are you kidding me? These babies are my comfort food when I can't eat a juicy burger."

They tapped the beer bottles. "How did you know I would choose the burger? By the way it was mouthwatering."

Castiel debated whether to tell him the truth that Xander had told him. "My culinary repertoire is quite small and I happen to make a killer burger. I'm glad you liked it." There let's leave it at that.

"And the apple tart…oh man, it was like if I died and went to heaven."

"Lucky for me, I happened to prepare two of your favorite things." Castiel started perspiring. He had never been good at lying.

He effectively changed the subject. "I've noticed you speak like an American. Why is that?"

Dean started feeling more at ease. "My mother was born and raised in Lawrence, Kansas. She was on scholarship at La Sorbonne where she met my father. After they married the two of them would go to the States a couple of times a year. We still have the Campbell family in Kansas. Sammy and I spent a large part of our childhood there. The Big Foot even went to college there."

"That's freaking awesome," Castiel beamed. "You're an AC/DC fan?"

"Yeah, Back in Black is my favorite song."

"Mine is Thunderstruck. That has to be the best intro ever."

"Not bad and by the way, I think you rock the guitar."

Castiel blushed. "Thanks"

"You definitely need to play for me one of these days." Cas remained silent. "What's wrong?"

"Dean, let's be real now. You and I both know that you will eliminate me next. Let's face it, I'm a man and what your father needs is for you to find a wife, who will provide the royal family with an heir. Can you imagine the scandal if you were to choose a man as your partner? Plus are you even gay, bi or pansexual?"

Dean resembled a fish out of water with the way he kept on opening and closing his mouth. Shit! Cas didn't waste any time getting to the point. "I don't think it's anyone's business what my sexual preference is. It's a private matter. So Mr. Rosy Nosy what are you?"

Castiel wrapped his arms across his chest and grinned. "I don't believe in labels but I guess the closest definition to me would be pan or omnisexual. I'm not afraid to be who I truly am and would never hide my true self. My parents were flower children and taught me from an early age to be open about everything."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "I never had the luxury of having hippy parents."

Cas felt like a horse's ass at the moment. "Sorry, I have no idea how hard it must be for you to live your life out in the limelight 24/7 and having all the royal duties required from you."

Dean shrugged his shoulders. The Range Rover finally reached its destination. Crowley stepped out of the vehicle and waited for Michael to open the back door. Castiel observed a box shaped building made of tinted concrete and black basalt stone. The words Kunstmuseum Lichtenstein were engraved on the side of the structure. Castiel had taken several art courses in college. He was always dragging Balthazar to gallery openings in Miami's Art District.

"I hope you don't mind visiting our national art gallery. There is a special exhibition showing this week and I wanted to share it with someone."

Castiel didn't try to read too much into Dean's words. He would have shared this evening with any of the girls. If Xander wouldn't have told him about his best friend's favorite food; he would have been packing right this moment. Since Castiel won the contest he would not be up for elimination.

"I am an art aficionado actually and am particular to the Symbolist movement."

Dean chuckled. "Follow me, sir."

The museum was closed to the public that evening due to a special engagement. Dean and Castiel had it all to themselves. The prince held Cas' hand for a couple of seconds and caught himself. He reluctantly released it. "This way"

Castiel followed him. Once they turned into a well lit room, his mouth dropped open. The exhibition was of Gustav Klimt, Cas' favorite artist of all time. Dean loved how Castiel's blue eyes shined right then and there. "I can't believe this is happening. Klimt is my favorite painter."

Dean rubbed the back of his neck. "I found it funny when you told me you like the Symbolist movement. What were the chances that we would have Klimt's original work on display?"

"Thanks for bringing me here, Dean. You have no idea what this means to me."

Castiel approached the artist's infamous painting "The Kiss". He stared at it in awe. "Klimt was fascinated with the female form. This one and "The Three Ages of Woman" are my favorites."

"In my opinion the oil on canvas method is always the best and I love the mosaic theme in those two particular works."

Castiel turned towards Dean. "I didn't take you for the artistic type."

Dean stared at the floor and put his hands inside his grey slacks' pockets. "Actually I studied at La Sorbonne, as well and majored in art. I might show you my portfolio someday."

Castiel had a wistful look on his face. He had a feeling that day would never come. One of the girls would be fortunate to see it but not him. He would be back in Miami, whenever it was that Dean shared something so private with the woman he would spend the rest of his life with.

Crowley remained in the shadows recording everything. Gabriel and the producers will be very happy once they saw tonight's footage. The sparks created between these two would start fireworks. He definitely noticed when the royal held the American's hand for a few seconds. The way his eyes devoured the man while they had been in the car was so damn obvious. While Castiel gazed at the paintings, the royal looked at him in adoration. Oh yes, Dean-o was in love with the man and who could blame him Cassie had spunk! Crowley loved how the dark haired man didn't stay quiet and spoke his mind. He felt bad for the boys because obviously Dean would have to get rid of the American sooner or later.

Afterwards, Dean led Castiel to the sculpture section, where a table had been set up for dinner. The two of them ate Waldorf salad, grilled filet mignon, lobster bisque and of course apple pie for dessert. They drank an entire champagne bottle between the two of them. When dinner was over, the two men walked along the Rhine River. They took advantage that Crowley was almost a block away and there were no microphones on them.

"I want you to know that I don't regret what happened between the two of us in Miami." Dean stated low so only his date could hear.

"I gather you haven't done that with a man before?"

"I don't know what got into me that night, Cas. At first I blamed the alcohol but I know I just wanted you so badly. I've never wanted or desired anyone the way I do you."

Castiel didn't know what to say. "Dean, I overheard a conversation you shared with your father recently. I know he wants you to get rid of me as soon as possible."

"Don't remind me; I haven't been able to sleep well since he spoke to me. I don't want to let you go, Cas. You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now."

"I'm so glad I'm not in your shoes."

"If my father wasn't ill and needed me to marry immediately; I would have definitely done everything in my power to have found you in Miami."

The sound of the Range Rover's engine brought the conversation to an end. Crowley jogged to the car. The drive back to the chateau was mostly silent. Castiel was shocked when Dean embraced him outside his bedroom. "I really enjoyed myself tonight, Cas."

Castiel looked at a camera that recorded everything that transpired in the hallway. "So did I; thanks, Dean." He didn't want to let the blond man go.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

Earlier that evening, Jessica had been reading a law book in the library. It was the only place in the entire castle where she could concentrate. Rome had organized a karaoke party and most of the other girls had joined in. Jessica was set to take the bar exam within three months and she couldn't afford to fail the test. She was going to be the first person in her family to make something of herself.

All of a sudden, someone entered the spacious library. "Oh I'm sorry to interrupt. I needed to fetch a book."

Jessica turned and smiled when her eyes landed on Samuel Winchester. "How's it going Jolly Green?"

Sam chuckled. He noticed what she was reading. "Are you in law school?"

She smiled and told him about the bar. "I passed the bar exam in Kansas. My mom's side of the family is from there and I went to the University there."

"Are you kidding me? Of all the schools in the world that is where you chose to attend?"

"My grandfather Samuel attended there and I liked the anonymity." He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Not that I have ever been in the spotlight. The paparazzi always hound Dean and pay me no attention. I am fortunate in being the spare. Plus, hardly anyone in the States even knows that Liechtenstein exists."

"True. Your brother must envy you then. It must suck having to obey protocol and being in the limelight forever here in Europe."

They got to know each other better in two hours. The adorable Sasquatch invited her to the kitchen where they made grilled cheese sandwiches and hot chocolate. The royal even told her to call him Sammy. Jessica was genuinely glad the prince had not chosen her dish. She was thrilled Cas ended up winning. The look of disgust in Rome's face was priceless when she heard the man had won.

The following morning the skies had turned thunderous and gloomy. Torrential rain assaulted Liechtenstein. The day's planned activity had been horseback riding at the vast stables but it had to be postponed for tomorrow. Some of the contestants played card games, and Rome brought out the karaoke once more.

Sam and Jessica met at the library since he had promised her he would help her prepare for the bar exam while she stayed here. Although the two of them didn't concentrate much since they were too busy eyeing each other.

Dean was dying to hang out with Castiel but he had to spend time with the female contestants. Rome had dragged him to the mini stage so he could partake of the karaoke. Dean rolled his eyes before choosing "Eye of the Tiger". Everyone assembled was impressed with his dramatic flair and singing voice. Castiel laughed at the beginning with the hilarious faces Dean was making. Cheering and clapping erupted once he had finished. He gave a dramatic bow before getting off the small stage. Gabriel hopped on stage and quickly started singing "I Touch Myself".

One of John's personal servants approached the prince regent. "Excuse me, your highness. Your father wishes to speak to you right away."

Dean nodded and followed the silver haired man to his father's sitting room. "Hey dad"

The servant closed the door and left them alone. John dropped the newspaper he had been reading on the table. "Son, why haven't you eliminated the man? I saw some of the footage from your date last night and I did not like what I saw."

"I was not told who had prepared the meals from the competition. Each dish was assigned a number and I chose the meal I preferred."

"I hope you're not lying to your father, Dean Michael Winchester."

Shit! Dean knew he was in trouble when his dad used his entire name. "I couldn't refuse to go with Cas on the date."

"There have never been any homosexuals in the Winchester family. You better not be the first, son. It is a sin and unnatural and you have to keep this bloodline going."

"Homosexuality is not a sin and you make it sound as if it's a contagious deadly disease. I never heard in Sunday school that God would punish someone for loving someone of their own sex."

John banged his beefy hand on the table; startling Dean. "You are way out of line! I want that man out of the competition within the next forty eight hours and that is final!"

Dean didn't respond verbally. He left the chamber and slammed the door shut. He felt like he couldn't breathe. For the first time ever, he felt the urge to punch his father. Dean had no idea the crown prince was such a homophobic prick! He was ashamed to be his son.

Later that evening after dinner, Gabe came up with the idea for everyone to go to the local pub. Michael drove five contestants in the Range Rover. Dean volunteered to drive in his beloved Impala. Cas, Jessica and Sam sat in the backseat while Rome hogged shotgun. The remainder of the party was driven in a black 2011 Excursion.

Castiel gritted his teeth every time the skanky blonde wrapped her twiggy arms around Dean's neck and whispered in his ear. Dean's eyes would automatically gaze into the rearview mirror and clash with Castiel's infuriated ones. Dean felt horrible after John's homophobic lecture. He had not been able to look at Cas since then.

The entire drive took ten minutes. The posse arrived at the Old Castle Inn, which was an English style pub. The atmosphere was relaxing and the locals were friendly. All of the pub's staff and patrons greeted Dean and Sam convivially. The boys seemed to be loved by everyone. Jo and Anna went to play darts with Dean and a couple of locals. Becca ordered an apple martini and sat in a corner as usual. The rest of the girls went to the dance floor. Sam and Jessica sat at the bar. Gabriel who was dressed in a shiny silver shirt and tight white pants decided to be the center of attention on the dance floor. After three beers he was doing the worm.

Rome pouted as she witnessed the host hogging all of the attention. She strolled over to Dean and dragged him to the dance floor. "I don't dance, Rome."

"Don't sweat it, I'll do all the work, baby. All you need to do is stand there and look pretty." Lady Gaga's Judas started playing. Rome started grinding behind Dean making her way slowly to the front. All the girls rolled their eyes at her. Castiel almost threw up the two mugs of Guinness he had drunk earlier. The girl was such an attention whore.

Gabriel ceased dancing when Rome stole his spotlight. He glared daggers at her. "Oh hellz no, bitch!" He grabbed Crowley, who had to hand the camera over to Sam. The host enveloped his arms around the Scotsman's waist and started his own rendition of "Dirty Dancing". Crowley smirked. He was having the time of his life.

In no time all the patrons at the Old Castle Inn observed the skankiest dance off ever. Rome even managed to hitch her miniscule skirt higher exposing her red thong to everyone. Dean was about to shove her off of him. Castiel couldn't take this anymore and headed to the billiards room.

Finally, the song was over. A few people clapped. Jo stood adjacent to the two dancers. "Alright, we had ourselves a one of a kind dance off. Now it's time to choose the biggest ho of the night. You can only applaud for one lady. So who thinks Rome is the skankiest dancer?" Some people cheered and clapped their hands.

"OK and how many of you drunken bastards think Gaby is the sluttiest of them all?" Most of the pub went wild. Gabriel blew kisses all around. "You love me, you really love me!" He curtsied before heading over to Rome and snapping his fingers in front of her face.

The billiards room was dark and unoccupied, when Castiel entered. He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. "It took you long enough." He leapt from the wall. The room's other occupant turned on the lights.

"Xander, I didn't know you were here?"

"I came in when Rome started mauling Dean and headed straight here. That girl is so crass. I don't know how Dean doesn't get rid of her ASAP. John is probably ordering him to keep her for business reasons."

He held a pool stick. "Why don't you play a game with me, Angel Eyes?"

Castiel scurried over. He really wanted to wipe the image of Rome grinding against Dean from his mind. The two mugs of Guinness he imbibed earlier in the evening had his mind a tad foggy. He hardly ate during dinner. Dean had ignored him most of the day and that was bugging the hell out of him.

Alexander set up the balls on the pool table. "You go first, Cas." He ogled Castiel's firm derriere as the other man took his turn. Xander let the American win. He could see in his beautiful azure eyes something was wrong. He had asked him but Cas didn't want to talk about it.

Xander went to the bar and asked for two more Guinness. Dean who was surrounded by the female contestants noticed his friend for the first time that night. His eyes tracked him until he disappeared into the billiards room.

Castiel drank the mug in no time. "Easy, boy; you are going to get sloshed."

"Maybe I want to," Cas slightly slurred. He removed the pool stick from Xander's long/lean fingers. The blond Swede of Viking descent smirked down at him. He held Cas' hips and placed him on the pool table. Castiel giggled as he ran his fingers through Xander's straight blond hair.

Alexander knew he shouldn't take advantage of the inebriated American but the man had gotten under his skin. Castiel looped his fingers around Xander's belt buckle and brought the European closer to his flushed body. The blond kissed the side of Castiel's neck and made his way up to his jaw until his mouth covered his.

Castiel's hand held on tighter to the taller man's belt. In between frenzied kisses he whispered, "Make me forget"

Dean excused himself. He made sure Crowley didn't follow him to the billiards room. The door was ajar and he heard a moan come from within. His stomach fell to the ground when he saw Alexander's giant form covering Cas on the pool table. The two men sharing a deep open mouth kiss.