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Naomi was pacing up and down the studio floor, arms folded and anger written across her face. Charlie was chatting to the photograph, when Naomi kicked a chair, making them both jump out of their skin.

"Where are they!?" she screeched, at Charlie. Dean and Castiel were supposed to be doing a photo shoot to accompany Cas's article. But at the last minute, Cas chickened out, thinking he was too ugly for it, and they had locked the changing room as they 'talked it out'. "Get them out. Now!"

"No can do. Dean can handle it himself; they're probably finishing up now." Charlie replied, with a small snigger. She knew exactly what was taking the couple an hour to make up.

Cas pressed kisses up and down Dean's neck, his arms rested on his waist. The blond smile softly, his back pressed against the wall, the warm water of the shower trickling down their bodies. Cas's hands lowered, with two fingers pressed to Dean's entrance and pushed playfully.

"No angel…. I'm still sore. You're big, remember." Dean whispered, bringing their lips together again. "We're half an hour late. And revenge is coming your way, Mr Novak."

"Oh I can't wait, what are you going to do to me?" Dean opened his mouth to start, then realised what Castiel was up to. "Fine. I like surprises anyway. Wash my back for me?" Dean sighed, spinning the brunet around to lather his back. He traced along the black ink on Cas's back; beautiful angel wings that went all across his shoulder blades. "I got them when I first came to New York; I was pretty drunk at the time and they guy I wanted to sleep with was a tattoo artist. I hated them at first but it's my own fault."

"I think they are gorgeous." Dean kissed them softly, before travailing down Cas's back with kisses. "We've got a few more minutes." Cas held Dean's hands at his waist, as Dean's tongue lapped at his entrance.

"Oh baby…" The flash of a camera made them both jump and cover their gentiles, looking shocked a grinning Charlie.

"You have five minutes to get sorted or this goes on the internet. Looking hot Cas, Dean is a lucky boy." Charlie said, with a devious look in her eyes. "Five minutes boys, chop-chop." The couple dashed out and way, leaving Charlie to giggle as she played with her red hair. "I love being in charge."


"Castiel, turn your head slightly." The photographer yelled, as Cas tilted his head to the left. Castiel was stood in front of Dean, who had his hands on his shoulder, in a white shirt and black jeans. And he felt ridiculous. "You need to relax, you look uncomfortable."

"That's because I am…." He whispered, making Dean chuckled, squeezing his shoulders.

"I know angel, it won't be long."

"Castiel is the name of an angel, why don't we put some wings on him." Charlie said, because she was the devil. "Some pretty big white ones."

"No need." Cas said, with a smile and he pushed off his shirt, turning around to show off his tattoo's.

"That is great, turn around Castiel and take that shirt off." Cas did as he was told, letting Dean wrap his arms around him and rest his head on his shoulder. "That is beautiful Dean! That is why you are the best! Put your head to the side Castiel."


After several serious shoots whilst Naomi was in the room, then silly shots with Dean lifting Cas up and them acting like children, they got to go home and let the punishment commence. However, Cas decided it would be a great idea, after the ordeal of the photo shoot, to play hard to get. Dean had Castiel straddled on the sofa, kissing every inch of bare skin he could get his lips on, but Cas just kept looking away, not really kissing back when he was kisses, occasionally texting people.

"Castiel, what's wrong?" Dean whispered, kissing the skin by his ear. "I'm sorry about this afternoon, I know Trevor is bossy, but he's the best and he doesn't like working with armatures."

"It's fine."

"It's not though. Angel, what's wrong?"

"I'm hungry."

"What do you want? I will make you anything you want."

"I want a hamburger and a McFlurry." Dean jumped up, putting his shoe's on and grabbing the car keys. Cas slowly sat up, putting his shoes on before mouthing 'Thank You', pressing a sofa kiss to the model's lips, taking his hand as he was lead to the car.

"You looked fantastic in those photos today. Everyone is going to fall in love with you tomorrow, angel." Cas smiled at him, as he opened the passenger door and scrabbled into the Impala. "I know you're probably scared. I'm terrified Cas, I really am. And it's going to be mad for the next couple of days, with paparazzi following and there will be some press probably, but I'll keep you safe."

"So, we have one night left to be a secret couple?" Dean nodded, starting the car. "McDonalds run then classic rock?"

"That's why I love you."


After almost buying McDonalds out of hamburgers and ice-cream, the couple took the long way home, blasting out various rock songs from the Impala's cassette player. They laughed and made out on the side of the road, with gentle touches and caresses, both being ridiculously careful whenever a car went past. Dean even let Cas drive home.

The couple were curled together on Dean's bed, watching some silly movie, Dean's head resting on the brunet's chest.

"You've never told me much about your family." Castiel whispered, messing with Dean's hair. "And you need a haircut."

"There isn't much to say. My dad is an alcoholic and my mom died in a fire. My dad's friend Bobby would give us food when he could, but he wasn't that well off either and had a wife and daughter to feed. So, off I went to the strip club to that Sammy could have the very best at school. All his friends were jealous when he came to school with the coolest backpack, and he got straight A's because he had all the right books. I worked every night to feed him, cloth him and keep a roof over his head, and some nights the tips were incredible. I'm so proud of him." Cas smiled at him, kissing his head. "I'm so proud of you as well."

"Me too." Dean laughed, poking him in the stomach, before nuzzling in.

"Tomorrow the world will see how cute you are."

"And how lucky I am."

The couple chatted more, before drifting off to sleep to the sound of a black and white movie, Dean curled into Castiel's back, his arms around his waist. It was their last truly alone, and they couldn't have found a better way to spend it.