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Chapter 14

"You have to leave, I'm serious."

"No I don't. Let's go back to sleep."

Castiel had woken up completely and inexplicably happy. Basking in the warmth of the bed covers, it took him a moment to remember why he was so content. He cracked his eyes open though and was pleasantly relieved to find Dean still sleeping beside him.

He took a moment to marvel at the other man. Hours before, he had been having the worst day of his life until Dean showed up at his door. He let himself snuggle further into Dean's heat.

At the movement however, Dean's eyes cracked open and found Castiel's. A smile stretched slowly across his face and his arms snaked around Castiel, pulling him flush with his chest.

"Morning," he whispered, like if he spoke any louder it would ruin the perfectness of the moment.

Castiel reached up to run his fingers along Dean's neck and Dean took it as a cue to brush his lips against his. Sparks shot instantly down Castiel's spine and he deepened the kiss without thinking.

Dean responded enthusiastically, rolling over to pin Castiel on his back.

"So, you don't mind morning breath then?" Dean chuckled against his lips.

"Not when it's you, apparently."

"That bodes well for me."

They continued like that, and, for a while, Castiel lost sense of all time and space. A series of creaks from the next room over though jolted him back to the present.

"Sarah's up," he said reluctantly. "You should probably go. You don't want to be caught doing the walk of shame from my room."

"Walk of shame, huh? I think I'm pretty proud of last night actually," Dean grinned and nosed the underside of Castiel's jaw.

"You know what I mean. You don't really want other people to catch you with me before you tell your family, right?"

Dean sighed. "Why do you always have to be right, Cas?"

"Because, statistically, you happen to be wrong quite frequently. That would make me right by default."

Dean just rolled his eyes at Castiel's analysis and muttered something about rhetorical questions and other people's lack of ability to recognize them. He sat up though and pulled on a shirt.

"So what changed your mind?" Castiel couldn't help asking. "About me—or well, this? You seemed pretty set against it before," he gestured between the two of them.

Dean snickered to himself as he rummaged around for his jacket and hat. "I'm not sure, to tell you the truth. Maybe when you threw that snowball at me?"

"Physical violence and immaturity appeal to you?"

"Something like that. Or, you know, maybe you're the only person I've ever met who would actually do something that crazy. It makes sense to me anyway."

Dean stood by the door and Castiel scrambled over to him, wishing, now that he was actually going to leave, that he wouldn't.

"I would very much like to cream you with future snowballs, Dean." He looked solemnly up into Dean's gaze.

Dean burst out laughing. "Dude, you the way you speak combined with my talent for making unnecessary sexual innuendos—we are going to be awesome together." He pulled Castiel into a hug.

"What happens now exactly?" Castiel mumbled against Dean's chest and wrapped his arms around the man's waist.

"Hmmm. Good question." Dean calmed down a little and caught Castiel's gaze. "I think I have to continue with the show or several people, at all levels of importance, will have a conniption. I still want my dad to like me after this. It's going to hard enough to tell him about us." He wandered off in thought.

"But you're going to tell him?"

Dean jolted. "Yeah, of course. It's just…I need to find the right moment, you know? I've never done anything like this before. Ever. I don't even know what I'm supposed to say."

Dean chuckled. "Most kids who go through a little rebellion already did it fifteen years ago—when they were fifteen. And you're kind of a bigger deal than frosting my hair or getting a tattoo." He ruffled Castiel's black mess fondly.

"Well, can you at least get rid of Bela in the meantime?"

"Looking forward to it. Balthazar already used his one veto to keep her in last night."

They kissed one last time and then Dean slipped quietly out the door. His head reappeared around the corner though almost instantly. "You know, I can't remember the last time I was this okay. I'm actually finding it hard to be pissed at Gabriel right now. "

"Well, God works in mysterious ways."

"And that's why I like you, Cas." Dean disappeared for real this time.

Castiel latched the door handle again, smile as wide as a highway, and gave himself a high five. Which looked a lot like clapping, but he knew what he meant.

After a hasty shower, Castiel walked downstairs for breakfast. The room went instantly silent and he carefully dished himself a plate under the scrutiny of four pairs of narrowed eyes. Only Sarah shot him a half smile from under her cup of coffee.

Castiel sat down at the other end of the table and tried not to make eye contact. He didn't trust himself not to give Bela everything she deserved right then and there. Thus, he meticulously picked at his bacon while Bela and her remaining cronies threw scathing looks his direction.

Thankfully, the agony was short lived. The Winchesters walked into the room and a chorus of giggles immediately erupted from the far end of the table, as if Bela and company had been chatting merrily the whole time instead of trying to set Castiel on fire through the power of their glares alone. The devil herself even had the audacity to wave Dean over to an empty seat beside her, like the events of the previous night had never occurred.

To Castiel's immense satisfaction however, Dean ignored Bela completely and sat by him instead. Castiel had expected Sam to join them but was surprised to see him sit by Sarah. Dean saw it too but shrugged it off with a "Sam-is-totally-beyond-my-comprehension" glance and proceeded to shove an unholy amount of eggs into his mouth.

In the end, it was Ruby who broke the silence. "So, good sleep Dean?" she asked in a deceptively sweet voice.

Completely unruffled, Dean barely looked up from his plate.

"Absolutely," he said. Except it sounded like "abthouluthee" and a little egg sprayed from his mouth as he said it. The other end of the table looked up from their grapefruit halves, appalled.

"Whaaa?" was Dean's only response but he squeezed Castiel's hand underneath the table as he chewed. Sam rolled his eyes like had expected nothing less.

Castiel would have been content to spend the rest of the morning watching Dean horrify the other contestants and meet Sam's lowest expectations, but Gabriel burst suddenly through the double doors wearing a flustered expression.

"Dean…just found out…saw him on my way down here…you should know…"

Dean waited calmly, a true testament to his avowed good mood. "Spit it out, Gabe."

But it was too late; with a crash, the doors to the dining room flew open again and John Winchester stormed through. Dean instantly dropped Castiel's hand like it burned.

"Dad?" was the simultaneous question of both brothers. Sam scrambled awkwardly to his feet and his chair clattered to the floor.

John Winchester barely acknowledged his sons however. His dark eyes scanned the room and landed directly upon Castiel with a steely gaze. Castiel stared right back, undeterred.

"Dad?" Dean repeated. "Dad, what're you doing here?"

At that, John finally turned away from Castiel and addressed his oldest son. He cleared his throat. "I felt it was time that I was involved on the show. Your producer seemed to think it was…lacking something."

His grim expression turned into a sweeping grin though suddenly, as if he had remembered he was being filmed. "I am your father after all. Surely these ladies would like to know where all those good looks came from!" Several of the girls giggled in reply. John Winchester, if possible, was even more attractive than his sons.

"But what about work?"

John moved smoothly around the room, coming to stand by Bela and resting his hands on her shoulders. "Dean. Don't you think it's more important I help my eldest choose a wife? No one can say that John Winchester isn't first and foremost a family man."

John looked straight at Castiel as he said it and Castiel couldn't help feeling like the statement was more of a warning than anything else. Dean swallowed nervously beside him.

The previous night…

John Winchester burst into the production room where several underpaid interns were taking a break from watching the cameras. Indulging in a late night smoke, feet were propped haphazardly on furniture and a Cheetos bag hung from every pair of hands.

"Dean's room. Now."

A woman with a neatly displayed ID badge and a mousy face whipped around, spilling her coffee in the process. Her highlighted blonde hair hung in clumps and spoke of several back-to-back shifts.

"And who are you exactly? You can't just come in here demanding to see private feeds—"

"Becky, you had better do what he says." Balthazar had slipped into the room unnoticed and ill at ease. "Becky, meet John Winchester. Mr. Winchester, Becky Rosen, our editorial specialist."

Becky's face lit up and she rushed forward to shake hands. "Ooooh! I can't believe I didn't recognize you! You just look so different in person—more rugged I think. I can see where Sam gets all his charm."

John didn't say anything in reply and indicated the monitors.

She glanced toward Balthazar. "Technically speaking, sir, we don't have cameras in private sleeping quarters—"

"Spare me the story. I know Balthazar and I know those cameras exist."

"No, really, sir, I think there's been a mistake—"

Balthazar interrupted her. "No, Becky, he found the one in his own quarters first try, the bastard. Go ahead."

"Ohhh, right! Umm," she fiddled with the keyboard, "here you go, sir!" She peered into the monitor, every bit as eager as the men beside her. She loved her job. Where else did you get paid to spy on hot men at all hours?

Dean's room was empty however when it opened onscreen and the kitchen, dining room, pool house and rec rooms were all equally vacant. John slammed his fist onto the table and Becky, startled, spilled her coffee again.

The senator adopted a resigned tone. "Show me the man's room. Cas-teel, or whatever his name is."

A dark image appeared on the monitor and it took Becky a moment to discern the room's contents. She adjusted the brightness and shadows of the feed though and two figures swam into focus.

Castiel and Dean lay curled up together on the bed. Any question about whether the sleeping arrangement was platonic was quickly resolved when Castiel rolled over on his side and Dean followed him, one arm draped possessively around his waist. Becky couldn't help but marvel at how natural they looked together.

"Delicious…" she breathed, forgetting for a moment that she was a professional.

John's head snapped around. "What did you say?"

She backtracked, looking toward Balthazar with a panicked expression. "I just meant, ahh, that they look comfortable. Isn't it nice to see two people so comfortable with each other?"

"Hardly." John rounded on Balthazar.

"This is your fault. It was your idea and I expect you to fix it."

Balthazar shifted nervously but still said, "I hardy think a little crush is something to get worked up about—"

"Little? Does that look little to you?" He jabbed the monitor where the sleeping couple were still displayed. Castiel sighed in his sleep and Dean ran his hands soothingly down the other man's sides.

"You will fix this because otherwise I'm not airing it. That's a lot of money to waste, don't you think?"

"You can't do that."

"I'm sorry, did you forget I found your secret cameras? How do you imagine a judge would respond to that?"

Balthazar looked at the monitor a final time and Becky saw his expression briefly soften. Sure, the man was a shrewd producer and had occasionally dabbled on the wrong side of the law in the name of ratings, but he wasn't a bad guy.

She saw Balthazar force himself to turn away from the monitor though. There was too much at stake to lose to take a stand defending Dean's right to choose, she supposed.

"What would you suggest then, sir?" the producer said in a neutral tone.

I know Becky isn't exactly a fan favorite, but I think she has an element of charm and couldn't resist giving her a cameo. After all, who could ask for a better job than watching Dean, Sam and Cas all day?