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Castiel bolted on top of a terrified Gabriel. He wrapped his lean and large hands around the frantic assistant's neck. Gabe's honey eyes pleaded for Dean's help. The actor remained sitting on the straw mat sipping sake as he witnessed his bodyguard turned supposed hubby choke the life out of Gabriel, the busybody.
"I have never met such a meddlesome person in my entire life! What the fuck do you think you are doing? Do we look like Ken and Barbie dolls, which you can play house with?" A livid Castiel bellowed as he continued choking Dean's assistant. He did loosen his hold on the quidnunc's neck.
"I am Ken because I refuse to be Barbie," Dean said in between chuckles.
"You should be as enraged as I am! What is wrong with you?" Castiel screamed at him. The bodyguard was perplexed at the actor's bizarre behavior. Why wasn't he assisting him in choking Gabe to death?
Upon seeing Gabe's purple demeanor, Cas unwound his hands from the shorter man's neck. The ebony geisha wig Gabriel had donned sat limply on the floor. Cas' hands were white with the make-up that covered Nosy Rosie's neck and face. He unwittingly aided the troublemaker to rise on shaky feet. Dean approached them and handed Gabe a cup of water.
After the assistant's face tone was back to normal and his voice was no longer raspy, the two supposed newlyweds started grilling him. "Whoa! Hold on a moment, I feel like a Kenny Roger's rotisserie chicken. Geez! This is the thanks I get after going through all of this trouble in getting you two dumb asses hitched?"
Castiel frantically paced the small tea room. "I've never heard of a marriage conducted through a tea ceremony."
Gabriel rolled his eyes at the stubborn bodyguard. "It is a symbolic ceremony which takes place between two people who want to declare their love to one another."
"So it is not legal?" Cas asked.
"No, but spiritually the two of you are married."
Dean frowned as soon as he heard Gabe's reply. When Gabriel had basically pronounced them married, Dean was elated. Of course he was not going to illustrate his emotions externally. Especially, when Cas was acting like a crazed chicken that could not lay an egg. Would it be so terrible to be married to him?
"The old monk will complete the scroll, which proves the two of you are married and personally deliver it to the newlyweds tomorrow morning. He does not want to intrude on your honeymoon night."
"I will never acknowledge this farce," Castiel mumbled as he exited the tea room.
Gabe turned to his boss. "Are you going to fire me now?"
Dean surprised his friend/assistant by embracing him heartily. He kissed the shorter man's cheek. "I know you meant well and I am not mad. Thanks."
The actor left to catch up to his bodyguard. The dark haired man had already caught the elevator to the twelfth floor. In three minutes, Dean was vacating the elevator. He saw Cas talking to the guard. Dean walked towards them and greeted the hefty guard. As Castiel was opening the door, Dean gently pushed him aside. "Allow me, Baby Doll."
Castiel's brows rose an inch. "Baby Doll?"
Dean widely opened the door and in a flash grabbed Cas and carried him inside the suite. The guard laughed as he closed the door. "Never say I did not keep up with traditions on our honeymoon night."
"Dean, let me down this instant!"
"You look pretty damn hot when you are pissed, Cas."
"This is ridiculous! You and I are not married. Put me the hell down now!"
Dean did not allow his hubby to continue his harping. His lips swiftly covered the other man's mouth in a hard kiss. Castiel's clear blue eyes widened as he reciprocated the kiss. Dean's tongue traced Castiel's full lower lip. He could feel his bodyguard was trying to stop himself from participating in the heated kiss.
Castiel closed his eyes in surrender as he nibbled Dean's lower lip. His hands dug into the actor's shoulders. They remained frantically making out as Dean carried Cas to his bed. By the time the two of them laid on the king size mattress, the kimonos had been thrown on the shiny wood floor. Castiel bit and laved Dean's neck, forming a tent in the blond man's boxer briefs.
Dean's hands traced every inch of Castiel's muscled torso. "I want you so badly, Cas," Dean huskily whispered into the other man's ear.
Dean covered Castiel's right hand with his and guided it inside his underwear, which was already wet with pre-cum. Cas' mouth devoured Dean's lips with another scorching kiss. His lust filled mind did not process what was going on yet. His hand pumped Dean's hard shaft as the taller man bit his shoulder. A couple of minutes later, Dean screamed out his bodyguard's name as he came in Cas' hand.
Castiel came out of his sexual trance and ceased stroking Dean's cock. "What's wrong, Cas?" Dean moved a few inches away from him.
"I am sorry; Dean, but we can't do this. How many times do I have to tell you that my number one priority is keeping you safe? If we cross the line, things will become complicated and I cannot be distracted." He wiped his hand and toned lower abdomen with his discarded kimono.
Dean was furious. "You are a fucking hypocrite! I know you want me just as bad as I want you. What we did on that bed right now is proof of it. You are afraid of falling for me. I am beginning to think you used Fassbender as an excuse to not get close to me."
Castiel was already on his way out of the bedroom. "There is no fucking way I am letting you leave this room until we settle a few things!" Dean spun his bodyguard around to face him. His hands held on tightly to Cas' upper arms.
"Are you in love with Fassbender like you previously said?"
Cas remained silent and stared at the floor. Dean cupped his face harshly. "Answer me, damn it!"
Cerulean eyes clashed with jade ones. "No, he and I decided to remain friends; that's all." He swallowed nervously.
Dean wanted to cheer upon hearing those words. There was still one more question that had been nagging him since the Paris trip. "Please tell me the truth, Cas. Did you fuck him?"
Castiel was startled as he saw the actor's eyes get watery. Shit! Dean was more invested in them than he ever imagined. The bodyguard inhaled a deep breath. "No, we did fool around but we never got to having sex."
"If the fire wouldn't have happened…would you have fucked him?" Dean chewed his lower lip as he waited for Cas' answer.
"No, I wouldn't have taken things so far. I only make love. If I am not in love with someone, I do not go all the way," the bodyguard whispered.
Dean released his hold on him. He kissed him chastely. "Even though our marriage is not legal; I consider it to be a fact. I will not be with anyone until you are ready to accept what is going on between us. It's up to you, how you want to handle things."
He headed to the bathroom to take a cold shower because he was still hard as a block of cement. "Good night, Cas."
Castiel had remained standing at the door. He had been stunned speechless by Dean Winchester. Deep inside he knew he will cave in to his feelings and desire for his so called husband any day now. He just prayed to God he wouldn't imperil his life.
It was mid-October and the wannabe psycho killer had not made any attempts against Dean's life. Things had calmed down on the home front, as well. Bang You're Dead had already grossed $600,000,000 worldwide. Dean was debating whether to take the lead role in an upcoming Quentin Tarantino movie or a pivotal secondary part in Spielberg's upcoming project.
Castiel was still fighting his ever growing feelings toward the actor. He had forgiven Gabriel a few weeks ago for the wedding fiasco. The infamous wedding scroll was encased in a bamboo frame in Dean's living room. The trio had returned to the actor's house after cameras had been installed inside and outside the home. Also, a new sophisticated security system had been placed.
An ecstatic Gabriel had dragged Dean and Cas to the local Barnes and Noble, which was having a sale on romance novels. The actor groaned as Gabe stood in the bodice ripper section and fetched some books with cheesy covers on them. He handed a pile to Dean, who rapidly passed them to Castiel.
"Dude, I am so getting you a Kindle for Christmas."
"Oh shut up, you know the model guys are hot." Gabe said as he wiggled his eyebrows. "I need to use the covers as inspiration for an art project I plan on doing when my Samuel arrives tomorrow."
Castiel chuckled. "Don't tell me you are going to use Sam as a model to create your own romance novel cover art."
"Bingo, angel boy." Gabriel lightly slapped his cheek. "Let's go!"
Two days later after the two of them got reacquainted by not leaving Gabriel's room for quite some time; Sam stood wearing a red and black Scottish kilt in the rec room. There was perfect light in the chamber for Gabriel to start his art project. He kissed Sam on the lips before he turned on a floor fan. Sam's shoulder length locks blew in the breeze. "Oh yes!"
Gabriel started sketching his lover. Once he was happy with the finished product, he would paint it. After two hours, Gabe could no longer control himself and threw himself on the gigantic Scotsman. Sam was going to remove the kilt but Gabriel told him to keep it. "I've always had a thing for hot Scottish dudes in kilts since I watched Braveheart." Sam smirked as he rolled up the kilt and removed Gabe's denim cut offs.
An hour later, Dean knocked on the rec room's door. "When the two of you are done doing whatever it is you are doing in there; Sam owes me a rematch of Halo 2."
"We'll be there in five!" Gabe bellowed.
After eating mushroom and pepperoni pizza, the quartet sat on the rec room's sofa and recliners playing video games. Castiel beat everyone at Dead or Alive. When it came time for Halo 2, the final confrontation was between Dean and Sam. The blond man was able to beat the Sasquatch only once. Samuel went on to beat him badly in three other tries. "Damn it! Why the hell are you so fucking awesome playing shooting games?" Castiel had excused himself to go to the bathroom.
"I served a short army stint at Fort George. Although the one, who taught me target practice was my brother, Adam. He is in the Royal Navy, where he flies Sea King Mk.5 helicopters."
"That's fucking awesome!" Dean said.
"Did you keep your uniform? Maybe we can recreate the ending of An Officer and a Gentleman." Gabe suggested as he wiggled his eyebrows. Dean made a gagging sound as he exited the rec room.
The following afternoon, Castiel had spoken to his mother, who informed him, his best friend from high school, Chuck was getting married. Rachel went on to tell her son he had been invited to the wedding which was being held during Thanksgiving weekend in their hometown. Cas felt bad because he had lost touch with Chuck after college.
Then she told him about his seventeen year old brother, Jimmy had scored the winning touchdown during the homecoming game. Castiel always felt proud of his baby brother, who was only six years old, when their dad died from complications of a heart attack. "Congratulate Jimmy for me and tell him I'm joining you guys for Thanksgiving."
"That's great, my angel. I haven't seen you in so long. You know I always worry about your safety."
"Mom, don't get melancholic on me. I will see you next month. Love you."
"Love you, too, baby."
Gabriel ran out of the small office he used and into the terrace, where Sam and Dean were drinking Coronas. "Dean, you are not going to believe this! Pamela just called to inform us that you have been offered a lucrative deal with Lancôme to be the spokes model for Hypnose Homme. Clive Owen's contract is up with them and they want a fresh face. "
"I'm not so sure about that. That is so not up my alley. Wouldn't I be selling out quickly if I agree?"
"Are you kidding? You've said if yourself, showbiz is a cutthroat industry and you never know when your fifteen minutes are up. This will be a nice nest egg you will have and will be able to make a nice donation to the Boys & Girls Club."
Dean looked at Castiel for advice. The bodyguard shrugged his shoulders. "Aren't you going to ask how much they are offering?"
The actor asked how much. "Your contract will be for four years and you will be paid a total of eight million dollars!"
"Whoa! That is more money that I will make shooting my next project." Dean remained silent for a moment. "I guess I can invest the money and donate a million to the Boys & Girls Club. Those kids can use the money."
Castiel smiled. Who was he kidding? He was head over heels in love with Dean Winchester. Dean quickly gazed at Cas before making his final decision. "Alright, I'll be Hypnose's model or whatever."
The second week of November, the trio arrived in Milan for Dean's first photo and commercial shoot for the men's fragrance. They went to a warehouse where the photo shoot and majority of the commercial would be filmed at.
Dean was whisked away to wardrobe and Gabriel went to see if he could get a couple of free samples of the cologne. Castiel felt out of his element as he sipped espresso over at the crafts table. Out of nowhere a tall and willowy beauty appeared with an entourage. The beanpole must be Dean's leading lady in the commercial.
The model threw her black overcoat at Castiel and breezed into the wardrobe section. Cas tossed the coat on the floor and headed where the staff had taken Dean. He appeared, accompanied by the commercial's director and a Lancôme executive. Castiel's throat went dry as soon as he saw his charge.
This was definitely the sexiest the man had ever looked. He was dressed completely in black Armani. His emerald eyes locked with Cas' sky blue ones as soon as he had re-entered the room. Castiel began to feel hot all over and discarded the espresso he had been drinking.
The next four hours were tedious and agonizing for Castiel. He had been clenching his teeth the entire time. The willowy model would plaster herself to Dean whenever they were not filming. Cas had never wanted to grab someone by the hair and sweep the floor with them in his entire life!
The model, whose name was Bela Talbot was a total airhead and Castiel, was afraid she would suck all of Dean's personality out of him by leaching on to him. Although to Cas' ever watchful eyes it sure seemed as if Dean was enjoying all the attention the Brit was giving him.
Finally, the torture was over and the director yelled cut for the last time that day. Castiel could not fathom why they had to film over four hours of footage for a thirty second commercial. Dean walked up to him and smiled. "You must be bored out of your mind. I am sorry. I had no idea this would take so long. I can't complain with the paycheck though. Tomorrow will be the photo shoot for the ad campaign and that will be it."
He could be so sweet, Castiel thought to himself. He smirked and told the actor everything was fine. All of a sudden, Cruella Deville interrupted them. The rude model did not acknowledge Cas and invited Dean to dinner. Castiel was surprised the beanpole actually ate! Dean cast a rapid glance at Cas but the latter just shrugged his shoulders. Gabriel decided to rejoin them at that moment.
"Great! We will go on a double date. Dean and Bela and you and me, Cas. Well at least until Sam arrives. He has a minor part in the latest Bond movie, which happens to be filming here."
Castiel gave a half smile and said, "What are we waiting for?"
The three of them met up with Bela at Bulgari, one of Milan's finest dining establishments. The beanpole wore a cream colored dress that looked as if it was a bandage covering her fake breasts and private area. She had the audacity to kiss Dean on the lips. Castiel saw red. The host led them to a table for five and assisted Bela in sitting.
After everyone ordered wine and appetizers, the waiter brought them a basket of warm, freshly baked bread. Cas lost his appetite as he witnessed the insipid/shallow model feed Dean a piece of bread. Castiel could not even talk to Gabe, who continued texting Sam.
Cas was not much of a drinker but as soon as the waiter poured vintage Chardonnay on his glass, he gulped it all down. He swiftly filled the glass again and asked the waiter for another bottle. Dean could not help and notice how Cas was drinking up all the wine.
When the appetizers were brought to them, Bela had the nerve to sit on Dean's lap. She fed him an olive. The actor was feeling uncomfortable. He did not want Castiel to get the wrong idea. No way in hell was he encouraging the model. Bela wrapped her twiggy arms around Dean's neck. He was about to remove her from his lap, when she kissed his neck.
Castiel had enough. He had already swallowed down three glasses of wine. The bodyguard had barely eaten all day; so he was almost drunk. He slammed the wineglass on the table; making some of the restaurant's patrons jump in their seats. Castiel rose on wobbly feet and in front of everyone yelled, "Get your slutty ass away from my husband!"
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