Author's Note: There's two more chapters after this one. So, this chapter and then the next before the finale.
Other: And, a continuing thank you to my beta for this story, vrskaandrea - any remaining errors are solely my own.
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Mrs. Vance
'Why did I ever let you come up with this crazy ass idea?' Chuck asked, shaking his head.
'Because, after the interview I did, where I voiced my displeasure in the whole British Men of Letters arc, you got pissed off because I had actually liked the books and told me to come up with one of my own, and at the time…you thought that the apocalyptic alternate world would be a nice twist since it's a world where the brothers were never born and Michael went bat-shit crazy. But now, you're actually having a hard time writing Cassiel as not just the somewhat obedient soldier he was at the beginning, but a BAD guy.' Dean explained.
'Oh, come on! Can't there be sympathy for Cassiel in ANY universe? I mean the primary universe, you're a fucking ass to him! You have that whole French Mistake universe where his actor is a whiny bitch. You have that universe that Zachariah showed you where he's a sex-drug addict. And, this one…can't there be ONE GOOD universe for the poor angel?' Chuck whined.
Dean laughed. 'And, this is why there's a running gag of sorts in the show where Cassiel is called God's favorite angel, after Lucifer's fall.' He pointed out.
'Oh, who DOESN'T like Cassiel? After the brothers, he's a constant favorite! And, even you've pointed out that he's as much a main character as the brothers.' Chuck pointed out.
'I know he's still Ben's favorite, I swear I don't know what shirts he has more of at this point, Black Panther, Cats, or Supernatural that specify Cassiel as the main focus. But, here's something that the guy portraying Cassiel pointed out, if you wanted him HAPPY, why don't you just write him that way…after all, Chuck…you are the writer.' Dean said with a smirk.
'Do you remember the deal that Cassiel made with The Empty? He CAN'T be happy, at this point!' Chuck stressed.
'Have you even written that, yet…or is that still part of the future plan?' Dean asked curiously.
'Here's a future plan, Dean…what's the higher ups going to think about your new tattoo?' Chuck asked, changing the subject.
'A, I like the damn tattoo! B, I lost a bet with the guy, because I'd honestly thought about waiting until the series ended before getting it, but since we still don't know WHEN the series is ending…he made a valid point, and so the conditions were simple…if I lost the bet, I'd go ahead and get the tattoo.' Dean explained.
'I know about the bet, Dean. What I've never known was what happened if he had LOST the bet.' Chuck pointed out.
'That's irrelevant since he WON the bet.' Dean pointed out, part of the agreement when the bet was made having been that whoever lost WOULDN'T tell what the other person would've had to do had they lost.
'Okay, what was the bet?' Chuck asked, trying a different tactic.
'That's irrelevant as well…I lost.' Dean pointed out, another part of the agreement was also that they be the only ones to know the specifics behind it.
Chuck shook his head. 'So, how are you going to explain your Mark of Cain tattoo to the higher-ups?' He asked curiously.
'As long as they don't want me in short sleeves or shirtless, there won't be a problem.' Dean said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
'I'd be half-tempted to write a case where you get hit by a spell and part of the spell is that you think clothes were a gift from Satan and refused to wear them.' Chuck said, he started out with a straight face, but by the end he'd started laughing.
'Well, write it up...I'll read it, but I think that would end up in the reject pile for actual production and we both know just how few of the Supernatural books haven't been produced as an episode.' Dean said with a smirk.
'You'd read anything I write, wouldn't you?' Chuck asked, still unable to stop laughing.
'Yes, yes I would…and I have. I read your first Revolution book MONTHS before it was even sent to the publisher, I read your first Timeless book almost a year and a half before IT was ever sent to the publisher, and I've already read your first three books of The Boys and you haven't even sent the first one to a publisher, yet. And, you've been polishing some of your older stuff…pre-Supernatural…and I've been reading that…and you finally listened to us and started working at getting them published. I'm still waiting on that crime solving cup of popcorn story.' Dean admitted.
'Look, I burned my only copy of THAT years ago, I don't plan on rewriting it…it was a STUPID, DRUNK, AND DRUG induced idea!' Chuck stressed, finally able to stop laughing.
'Aw, come on! It could be funny!' Dean pointed out.
'I said no!' Chuck snapped. 'I don't regret much of what I write but I'll be damned before I rewrite that.' He said angrily.
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'You know, I'm gonna have to start my drive back to LA tomorrow if I actually plan on making it up to Vancouver in time for the shooting to resume?' Dean asked, his hands covering Benny's on his stomach, leaning back into Benny's hold.
'Why can't you just drive up to Vancouver from here?' Benny asked, distracted as he peppered kisses along the back of Dean's neck. 'You need to get your hair trimmed in the back.' He added.
'My trimmers back in LA.' Dean pointed out.
'You know standing in front of the oven and watching the timers isn't going to make the pizza, spanakopita, OR pie get done any faster, cher.' Benny pointed out.
Dean turned his head slightly to the right so he could see Benny. 'Well, it's not like you're going to bend me over the stove and fuck me within an inch of my life.' He admitted smugly.
Benny took a small step back before using his right hand to grab Dean's left forearm, spinning Dean around to face him. 'Cher, do you really want to have to clean out the stove if part of the salted caramel apple pie ends up out of its tin?' He asked curiously.
Dean shook his head. 'Burnt caramel is a bitch to clean off something that isn't non-stick! And, most of what you use is cast-iron, anyways.' He admitted.
'And, do you really want to find out what would happen to the hummus pizza if you started…banging up against the oven?' Benny asked curiously.
Dean shook his head. 'No, considering I liked how even you had everything spread out and together.' He admitted, apparently it wasn't just hummus veggie wraps that he liked, it was hummus in general. 'And, Ben would skin me and then string me up by that skin if I fucked up the spanakopita…at least since you were the one who let him do the WHOLE set-up for it and with its similarity to ratatouille, that was more than a bit tedious.' He added.
'Good choice, cher.' Benny pointed out.
'Do you need a drink?' Dean asked carefully.
Benny crossed his arms and tilted his head curiously. 'Are you asking because you really think I'm hungry or because you want that addicting feeling of ecstasy, again?' He asked curiously.
Dean lowered his head. 'Honestly, I just want you to fuck me and if the easiest way to do that is to offer my blood on the proverbial dinner plate, then that's what I plan to do.' He admitted.
'Did anybody ever tell you just how much a horny little bastard you could be, cher?' Benny asked curiously.
'And, what's wrong with that? Remember, you have told me several times how much you missed the taste of my blood.' Dean pointed out smugly.
'And, you really pay attention to ANYTHING I say after you've gotten off and I've had my fill of your blood?' Benny asked curiously.
Dean stuck the tip of his left thumb between his teeth. 'Don't.' Benny said, without any real reprimand behind the word.
'We both know that Jesse's been Ben's healthy dose of sanity after he got kicked out of college for punching his teacher…and neither of us are stupid enough to NOT know what that really means. So, since I doubt EITHER of us are going to be seeing hide, hair, or antennae of EITHER of them until the foods done…my question is simple, why not?' Dean asked, keeping his thumb between his teeth.
'I still say his teacher deserved to be punched.' Benny admitted.
'So, you'd hit your college professor because you say that they're wrong and while that admittedly might be true…it's like arguing with a cop, it's not going to end well if you do it? Look, I'll admit…I heard both sides of the argument, Ben was right about the geometry problem and the teacher was wrong, BUT Ben should have still let it go. Of course, I'm not sure in his position I would have, either…because with something like math, you NEED to know how to do it right and at the level he's at, YOU'D do better at Latin! And, I just wouldn't have the first clue. And, I guess by continuing to press the issue as he did, he might have just been trying to show the other students that it is possible that a professor is WRONG, but Ben still shouldn't have hit him.' Dean explained.
'And, this sort of logic is how come Ben ended up with his own PlayStation 4.' Benny pointed out.
'I never said you had to REWARD him!' Dean snapped. 'But of course, I didn't say you had to punish him, either.' He admitted.
'Right and since he's taken up being a cashier-waiter at my restaurant, Liz has been showing him the more financial angle of the business, I think she's planning to make him her successor since he isn't going to be going into a mathematics field…and things can be worked around his Muay Thai and archery competitions.' Benny explained. 'I think he also wants to be a math tutor, but he doesn't know if that's going to require a math degree or not. I think when he's outsmarting his professor, though…I wouldn't see it actually being necessary.' He added. 'How's Jesse art classes been going?' He asked, changing the subject.
'Jesse dropped the oil paint portion of his painting class because he's been having more fun learning the different types of acrylic mediums, and he got bored with both the clay sculpting and wood carving classes…so I think the only tutor he still has is his painting tutor.' Dean explained. 'He still loves drawing, though…and uses both drawing and colored pencils and has started using charcoal for the drawings that he doesn't plan to add color to.' He added.
'And, the piano lessons, how have they been going?' Benny asked curiously.
'Good, especially since neither of us know shit about sheet music…we both play by ear. Of course, that's how I learnt guitar, too.' Dean admitted. 'I don't think I'd know how to read a sheet if I had a gun to my head.' He added.
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'How long do you need me to sit like this?' Ben asked, bored, sitting cross-legged, his elbows on the sides of his knees, and his fingers interlaced under his chin.
'Maybe this would be going better if you didn't look so bored!' Jesse snapped.
Ben glared at Jesse. 'Have you or Chuck had any luck figuring out WHY our Soulmarks are both in Enochian?' He asked curiously.
'No idea.' Jesse admitted.
'Where's Gabe been?' Ben asked curiously.
'They're having to completely re-film an episode of Dr. Sexy, Chuck actually thinks Gabriel's reason for leaving is bullshit because of the threatening messages that Gabriel had started getting from Kali shortly before he left, but Chuck has also called the director of the show and confirmed what Gabriel had said. However, Chuck still thinks the reason is bullshit.' Jesse explained.
'You don't think Gabe's going to get back with that bitch, do you?' Ben asked bluntly.
'If he does, I'm coming back here to get Benny's cutlass and then I'm going after his ass!' Jesse said angrily.
'Why does Dean have a handgun and a shotgun, rifle, or whatever that thing is and Benny only has a cutlass?' Ben asked curiously.
'I don't know! You're the one that lives with Benny!' Jesse pointed out.
'Benny doesn't like guns but since he was a sailor and later pirate during the Golden Age of Piracy, he learnt how to use a cutlass. But, I mean…Dean…doesn't hunt and his only use for a gun is for skeet shooting.' Ben pointed out.
'I don't know, Benjy! Give me a damn break!' Jesse said annoyed.
'I wish you wouldn't call me that! Benjy is what Benny used to be called when he was small…or when Gabe's trying to be an ass.' Ben admitted.
Jesse shrugged. 'Deal with it!' Jesse snapped.
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Author's Note: So, with that…there's only two more chapters to go before the ending of this story.
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