A/N: Thanks to the lovely smp06185 for being awesome and helping me rock out with my .. socks out ? I dunno but she's a blast and a wonderful helper! Hope ya'll enjoy! Tell us what you think, and by us I'm not including her I just mean all of my personalities.. I should get more sleep... oh well.. have fun kiddos~ I think you're in for a treat-
xoxo-Swlfangirl
Castiel was on the phone with one of the television executives when Dean woke up.
"When we made this agreement, I was under the impression that I could work from here."
"Oh, yes, of course I understand."
Dean lingered in the doorway fearing the news. Castiel wasn't smiling anymore, and he said something about not being able to work from home anymore... so of course Dean's interest was peaked.
"Yes, I'll see you soon. Okay. Thank you… yes, you as well. Goodbye."
Castiel hung up the phone with an exasperated sigh. He immediately started to rub his temples in frustration.
"Okay, let me have it."
"I've got to go to L.A. for a few days, up to, possibly, two weeks."
Dean let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He was freaking out thinking they were going to have to pack up and move or something, and it was just two weeks. He couldn't help but bark out a laugh.
"Why is that funny?"
"Angel, it's not, I just... I thought it was going to be bigger… by the way you were acting, I thought they'd asked for a limb, or your help in making a blood sacrifice."
Dean contentedly chuckled again.
"I don't want to go Dean, I don't want to leave you. I want to be able to stay here like they promised...especially while everything is going on with DCS."
"Cas, it's only gonna be a little while. The stuff with DCS is only another reason you SHOULD be going. It might help take your mind off things. Babe, you know I don't want you to go either, but you've got to do your job and to be honest, I'm kind of looking forward to seeing the finished product!" Dean teased.
"I know, why don't you come with me? We could make it a vacation!"
"Cas, we just got back from vacation... namely our honeymoon. I can't take off again. Even if that weren't the case, the construction crew is going to be starting at the shop this week remodeling and splitting everything up, I can't just not be a part of that."
"Fine, but I don't want to go by myself… can I take Ben?"
Dean gave his husband the most sympathetic look he could.
"Oh that's right, he probably won't want to leave Maple or Morgie," Castiel answered for himself.
Dean pulled him into a hug holding him as tightly as he could, trying to reassure his distressed husband that it would be okay.
"Why do you have to go out there anyway? Is there something wrong with the scripts?" Dean asked.
"No, quite the opposite actually. They are ready to start casting and have decided that my input is crucial to the process. I have no idea why, it's not like I know anything about this stuff. I just do the writing."
"Hey that's awesome though. It sounds like you'll be able to make some of the more executive decisions. That's a good thing. The more say you have in how they handle things, the better it will be. You want this to reflect your vision, you want it to represent the books properly right? This is the best way to do that babe."
"I know you're right but I really don't want to go. Maybe I could send Sam in my place and he could make all the decisions and I could stay here with you, Ben, and Morgie."
Dean shook his head at how silly Cas was being, however, he couldn't help from finding it downright adorable. Just like anything else Cas seemed to do. Before he could let the worry settle deeper in his mind, Dean pulled him in for a kiss.
With the news that Castiel was leaving soon, they had to speed up the plan. Gabriel decided he'd have a going away party for Cas that Friday night, before he left Saturday morning. That left only three days to pull off both of the other pranks. They knew that if they didn't ask for a little help, they weren't going to get it done in time. All of the prep work was finished for 'Box Office,' but it would take a full night to jello-fy the tools. They quickly decided they'd have to re-order the pranks, but they were more than willing to carry on with the plans.
As luck would have it, Rebecca asked Castiel to spend the day with her. Dean worked until five, so they'd have plenty of time to switch out the office equipment. They just needed a key. Sam was pretty sure that Mary would have helped with "The Holy Grail," but wasn't confident enough to ask. His mother was fairly relaxed, but he figured it could go either way. The last thing he wanted was for all their hard work to be wasted. So, he whispered his apologies as he stole the spare key from the drawer beside the front door and left with it.
They let themselves into the house and quickly began loading the office equipment into the closet of the spare bedroom. It would most likely be turned into Morgan's room at some point. Sam felt a little guilty but he'd help Dean move it back if it was that big of a deal.
It wasn't long before they'd brought in everything and left almost a full replica of Castiel's original office. If anyone wasn't paying attention and it was… darkish they probably wouldn't notice the difference. Before closing the office door, Sam took one last look at their handiwork with satisfaction on his face. Jess and Gabriel seemed to be pleased as well.
Sam was getting ready to lock the front door behind them, but Gabe stopped him.
"Sammich, wait!"
"What? Don't be so loud."
"I left my phone up there, just gimme a quick second."
A couple minutes later Gabe was back out and they'd finally finished.
"Do you have any popcorn back at Momma Winchester's?"
Gabriel had started calling Mary that and despite everyone's efforts, they couldn't make him stop.
"I don't know probably, why?"
"We're gonna have us a viewing party."
"What?"
"Just trust me Sammy"
Instinctively that's the last thing Sam wanted to do but he thought, what the hell, he's already in this far, why not take it all the way. When they got back to casa de Winchester, they hid themselves away in Sam's room and Gabriel hooked something up to his laptop.
"Gabe what is all this?" Jess asked innocently.
"Oh Jessica, my one true love. The things I do to woo you."
Jess leveled him with a gaze that said, stop acting like a damn fool and tell me what is going on.
"Fine, so, I thought it would be funny when lil bro figures out who's responsible and calls to complain. But, do you know what would be even funnier?"
"What?"
"If we got to SEE him figure it out! So I added a little camera with a 5 mile wireless area and now we can watch it happen!" He said bouncing a little too eagerly.
Sam and Jess both laughed and were growing strangely impatient themselves. So they watched a movie while they waited for someone to come home and find their surprise.
"I don't see anything though." Jess said.
"That's because it's motion sensored. Otherwise, the battery might have run dead before they found it." Gabriel clarified.
"There's a microphone too, so we can hear the shock!"
"Don't you think that's a bit much, Gabe?"
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, of course it is... but I've been pranking for quite some time now, much longer than you young Skywalker. I know how AWESOME this is going to be... don't doubt buttercup."
Castiel had his mother drop him off at Singer's hoping to catch a glimpse of his sexy husband under a car, or on top of a car, basically just near a car. He walked in the bay door and he was not disappointed. Dean was bent under the hood of an older Pontiac, he thought maybe a GTO by the looks of it. He just stood there and watched as Dean shifted his weight from one foot to the other, making his muscled ass push against the seams of the tight denim covering it. The sight alone was more intoxicating than any alcohol he'd ever consumed.
Sometimes he still couldn't believe how lucky he was that he sent Dean that friend request on Myspace. That one little thing that developed into dreams of happiness he'd never imagined for himself. Not only was he currently married to his first boyfriend, his first love, the only man who'd ever really meant anything to him, but he'd also gotten Ben and hopefully if everything worked out he'd have Morgan too, it was enough to overwhelm him sometimes.
Dean stood up rubbing his hand against the back of his neck. Cas moved closer and wrapped his arms around Dean's waist.
"Sorry, but I'm married. So unless you got a twenty, you need to watch the physical contact," he said chuckling.
"What exactly does a twenty get me, Mr. Winchester?"
Cas' voice was rough and deep against his ear and for a minute he'd almost forgotten where they were. Thankfully he remembered before he ripped the clothes off Dean's body and took him right there.
"Fuck Angel, you can't do this to me... I'm at work."
"You started it by bending over and shoving that beautiful ass of yours in my face."
"How long have you been watching?"
"Long enough to tell you that if we don't get home, alone, and soon, I won't let the fact that there are people here stop me."
Dean cursed, this time under his breath as he broke away from his husband's grip.
"Impala, now. I'll tell Benny to close up shop." He ordered.
"Yes, Sir!" Cas teased, but he saw a bit of a glint in Dean's eye that he thought might need to be brought up at another time.
When Dean got into the Impala, Cas was already barely restraining himself. They'd only had a couple quickies over the last few days trying to get the DSC on board and having to get his stuff ready for the trip to L.A. They hadn't managed to have very much time alone, and none when Ben wasn't there.
"I'm gonna call your mom see if she'll keep Ben for the night?"
He said it like a question but it was clearly a statement, so Dean just smiled and nodded. Once he'd finished talking to Mary, he gave a wicked grin from his side of the Impala and moved closer. Out of habit Dean lifted his arm to wrap around Cas' shoulders.
First he started slow, a hand on Dean's thigh ... nothing to cause alarm. Then when the rhythm picked up on Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb, he moved his hand up to brush against the bulge inside the tight denim. Dean had taken the intimacy without expectation but when Cas' hand slid up, it was difficult to keep calm.
"What are you doin' Angel?"
Castiel didn't answer, just added a bit more pressure with is palm against Dean's growing cock, nearly forcing him to close his eyes in pleasure.
"Fuck! Cas you can't do that, I can't.. I can't drive like this," Dean stammered as the car swerved a tiny bit.
"Then you should hurry and get us home, I can't wait much longer Dean."
Cas heard Dean swallow hard, and then the car was speeding down the road, pulling into the driveway way sooner than expected. Despite everything in his mind telling him to just slide over and jump on Dean's lap, he really didn't want to have the neighbors see that. So, once they were out of the car he grabbed Dean's hand and led him to the first available soft surface.
Clothes were flying as they went through the house; he managed to get Dean out of his shirts before they'd even opened the door. Moving swiftly, they began to pull at each other's bodies, divesting each layer as quickly as possible. Once were down to the last few layers, they immediately crashed their bodies together in a tight and hard thrust. The delicious feeling of their erections rubbing together was enough to draw out a small moan from Castiel. He fumbled with his zipper until he got frustrated and pulled Dean's hand down to rub him through his jeans.
"You're so clumsy when you get like this." Dean chuckled breathlessly next to his ear. Cas didn't say a word, only a small grunt of frustration left his lips as he pushed at Dean's hand with a bit more eagerness.
They were pushing together in practiced motions, as their bodies burned under the passion of their movements. It wasn't long before the grinding resulted in both of them hard, panting, and needing more. Castiel pushed his fingers between them and wiggled into the pocket of his jeans. He pulled out the small bottle of lube he'd gotten from the Impala. When he urged the bottle toward Dean's hands, he clearly got the message. He dropped to his knees and expertly opened the metal clasp.
As the clinging denim was pulled over his hips Cas felt the cool shock of the air against him. Before he could think about the loss of heat, Dean's mouth was wrapped tightly around him. He felt a slick finger at his entrance, so he bit his lip in anticipation. The wet mouth around him felt amazing, his hand gripped firmly in the short spikes of Dean's hair.
Dean slid his finger in deeper, drawing out a soft moan He wanted to take his time but Cas was writhing under the pressure, thrusting himself further onto Dean's finger. He added another one and scissored them, pushing against the walls of the clenching hole. It wasn't long before three fingers were being nudged inside with relative ease.
Dean squirted more lube on his hand and coated his leaking cock. He lined himself up and pushed in slowly. The familiar squeeze was just enough to make him want more. They gasped as Dean was fully surrounded by the squeezing pressure.
"Fuck, You're so tight Angel."
"Harder, fuck me harder Dean."
Sam, Gabriel, and Jess were stretched out in separate parts of the room trying to occupy their time. To be honest, it was moving slowly. They'd finished up around 5 expecting Dean home anytime, it was nearly two hours later and they'd heard nothing.
Just when they were ready to give up there was a beep on the laptop and they all gathered around it. The room was dark so no one had turned the lights on yet? That's odd.
They heard some small noises but nothing that sounded human. Gabriel reached to turn the volume up and still only heard slight rummaging noises. They leaned in close in hopes of discovering what kind of weird animal had found a way inside the room.
"Did one of ya'll open the gate?" Sam asked.
Jess and Gabriel both shook their heads no.
They listened for a little while longer, doing their best to determine what and how, whatever that was, got into the house. Their bodies shifted in a way to get even closer to the small screen.
"Do you think somehow we've left something open and Spade got into the house?"
"I don't know Sammy, but something is in there.. and moving.. and breathing.."
A few minutes later everything went quiet again. Had whatever it was, made it's way back outside? Hopefully it wasn't doing too much damage. They all backed away from the screen a little, it didn't seem to be helping them. Just when they thought that it was over, they heard a hard pant. They leaned in once more, as the screen lit up just a little suggesting a car had passed by. With the slight illumination of the room they caught a glimpse of what was happening.
"Fuck, You're so tight Angel."
"Harder, fuck me harder Dean."
"OH MY GOD! TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF!" Sam screeched.
Gabriel quickly shut the screen to the laptop but that didn't stop the noise right away, so he threw a couple pillows over it hoping to make it disappear.
Jess was bowled over laughing on the bed. Her entire body shaking at the hilarity of what had just happened. Both of these seemingly bright and intelligent men had just unknowingly spent the better part of a month working out the details of a plan that ultimately led to them hearing and seeing their brothers have sex.
"That's hilarious!"
Sam's fingers were still in his ears trying to numb the hell out of whatever was left of his ear drums. His eyes closed tightly, as he told himself that he didn't really see anything, and even if he did it was probably Cas' ass that was staring him in the face instead of Dean's. Gabriel was dry heaving over the trashcan, at the thoughts of him intently listening to his brother getting fucked. He may joke around about the details of his Cas' big gay sex life, but he honestly did NOT want to hear it!
Jessica laughed as she realized that she was going to have blackmail material for life!