The morning of Castiel's much anticipated nude shower scene was upon the cast and crew. The actor was a massive bundle of nerves since he woke up that morning. His body was sore to say the least. Gabe had recently turned into an evil Nazi personal trainer for the past week. The short dictator woke his cousin up at five am each morning for an hour jog. Then Castiel would drive them to LA Fitness where he swam four laps across the Olympic size pool. The intensive training regime would conclude with chin ups, inverted rows and crunches. To make matters worse, Castiel attended fighting lessons with Jax for two hours after filming was over late in the evenings.
Cas didn't consume anything for breakfast because if he did then he would've thrown it all up right before he prepared for the scene. Gabriel ran inside his cousin's trailer ten minutes before Cas was scheduled to film the shower scene. "Cassie, I came by to check up on my baby cuz. How you holding up, champ?" Gabe plopped himself down on the plaid loveseat. He stuffed his mouth with two Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
Castiel bit his right thumb's cuticle. "This is the first nude scene I've ever done. There's going to be over a dozen people watching me." Cas motioned at his body.
Gabriel swallowed the chocolate and peanut buttery goodness before speaking. "Chillax….you have the body of an Adonis courtesy of moi." He jogged over to the small refrigerator and grabbed a Yoo-Hoo. He drank the entire contents of the cold bottle under a minute. He wiped his mouth.
His cousin stood gazing at his own reflection in a mirror which hung behind the door. Castiel wore a pair of black Adidas sweat pants that hung loosely on his tapered waist. "Seriously, kid, you've never looked hotter. It's a good thing your body still has the bronze from our trip to Haiti. I swear you look good enough to eat. Stop fretting like a nervous Betty."
Castiel turned around and gazed down at his mischievous yet loveable cousin. "Thanks for all of your help, Gaby." He hadn't called his favorite relative that name since they were kids.
Gabriel blushed. "It was my pleasure, kiddo. Now go knock them dead. I have to prepare lunch. Today's special is barbecue chicken pizza."
Castiel opened the door for his cousin. Gabriel scurried to the small table and fetched a skinny box. "I believe this is your cock sock." He dangled the box in front of Castiel's face. "Do you plan on having your anaconda swinging all over the damn set?"
Cas scowled and yanked the box away from Gabe. "You had to go and ruin our bonding time!"
Gabe rose on tiptoes to kiss his cousin's cheek and ruffle his hair. "Good luck, Cassie."
Castiel pulled a Bon Jovi t-shirt over his head and adjusted his flip flops. He was adjusting his shirt, when Cas bumped into a solid form. "Watch where you're going, Crapstiel!" Dean bellowed. He bent down to pick up his script. Cas' traitorous eyes instantly glued themselves to the other actor's hard/round globes. As soon as Dean rose to his 6'1 height, Cas glared at him.
"I should say the same thing, Losechester. You shouldn't read your script while walking. You're a fucking menace!"
"Aw is little Cassie scared about doing his first nude scene? You'll feel better after the crew has a good laugh over your little pickled sausage." Dean smirked triumphantly.
"That's not what it's been called in the past." Castiel grinned from ear to ear. The tip of Dean's ears turned crimson. His hands dug deep into the script. Cas leaned closer to the tawny haired man and whispered in his ear, "As a matter of fact, I recall someone saying Mr. Ed had nothing on me." The hair on Dean's arms prickled feeling Castiel's breath so close to his skin.
Castiel sauntered away already in a better mood. His nerves disappeared. It was all thanks to Losechester. Cas felt immense satisfaction upon seeing Dean's smirk turn into a frown. As Cas arrived on the set which housed his character's bedroom and bathroom, he was pleasantly surprised to see Jax sitting on the bed. "Hey, what are you doing here?" Cas kissed the hunky giant on the cheek.
"Came to wish you luck. I know how nervous you've been." Castiel sat adjacent to him.
"That's so sweet of you. Are we still on for the art gallery opening tonight?" Cas nibbled his lower lip. He was having fun getting to know Jax but he'd warned the Swede he wasn't searching for a serious relationship. Jax informed Castiel he wasn't ready for a serious relationship either. The truth was Cas was petrified of having his heart ripped to shreds again. He'd never recovered from the heartbreak. Castiel was scared he never would.
Dean had been searching for Crowley the entire morning. He wanted to go over one of his scenes he was to film later today. He ended finding the Scotsman standing by the bathroom set. Crowley was in the middle of a heated argument with Sam and Chuck over something he decided to add at the last moment.
"You can't pull shit like this before running it through with us!" Chuck screamed.
"I am the director and will do as I fucking please, little man!"
Sam crossed his arms and gave the director a thunderous glare. "Have you discussed this with Castiel? After all he's the actor, who will have to perform this new addition of yours."
"I'm waiting for him to finish talking with his boy toy." Crowley motioned to the two men, who were involved in a conversation as they sat in the middle of the bed.
Dean's eyes landed on Jax and Cas. He growled a little. The two men did make a handsome couple. Castiel deserved happiness even if he was an evil dick! Ugh after filming was over Dean was going to take Adam somewhere cool for a much needed vacation. He was losing his mind. He hated Cas but whenever he was in the bastard's presence, Dean always ended up staring at the man's plump lips remembering how soft they were. The argument between Crowley and the writers was becoming more heated. Dean made the mistake of gazing one last time at the bedroom set and regretted doing just that. Jax was kissing the tip of Castiel's nose before leaving the set. Dean swallowed hard and returned to his trailer.
"You want me to what?" Cas screamed at Crowley. "Did you just come up with this genius idea this morning?!"
"As a matter of fact, I did, Ducky."
"I'm not sure I can do this." Cas pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Stop being a pansy and grow a pair!" the director yelled from the top of his lungs. The crew surrounding them stopped what they were doing and directed their gazes at them.
Sam and Chuck pulled Castiel to the side. "We're sorry about this. We had nothing to do with it," Chuck informed his friend.
"I never thought you did."
Sam piped in. "Barbara called Crowley last night. She is convinced the first two episodes are light on the sex factor so she actually suggested it. He told her he'd think about it. I guess when he woke up this morning; he'd made his mind up."
"Isn't it enough I'm showing my ass on screen! Now I have to jerk off in front of the camera. I haven't had time to prepare." He paced across the carpet.
Crowley approached the trio. He grabbed Cas by his biceps. He smirked. "Someone has been bulking up. I love actors dedicated to their craft." Castiel removed the Scots' hands from him. "Listen up, Ducky. I'm only going to tell you this once. If you are gagging for a career resurrection then you better be willing to make believe you're jerking off in front of the camera. Who knows what else you will be asked to do on this show? I know you want it to succeed. So show us what you're made of!" Crowley clapped his hands and yelled orders to the crew.
Chuck and Sam gave Cas two thumbs up each as they sat on their designated chairs behind the cameras. Castiel removed his t-shirt and flip flops before getting under the sheets. He slowly discarded the sweat pants. He retrieved the box carrying his cock sock from the bedside table. Cas didn't have to look at the crew, who assembled behind Crowley. Every single eye present was on him. His hands sweated profusely as he covered his limp dick with the sock.
"OK everyone, no one else is to enter the set! Barry, make sure the doors are locked!" He puffed on a cigar and yelled, "Action!"
Castiel laid on a fetal position underneath the navy and black plaid sheets. His character was sleeping after having his first run in with the master vampire. The entire night he'd been plagued with dreams which featured the mysterious man as the main attraction. The alarm radio went off to Aerosmith's Angel. Castiel sits on the bed with his eyes still closed. He stomps hard on the radio's off button. His dark hair is sticking up in all directions. Cas yawns and stretches his arms. The man winces due to the bruised ribs he received the previous night, when the sexy mystery man saved him.
He yanks the sheets from his lower body and stands up. The cameras zoom closer and get a closer look of his ass. Luckily, his face is away so Castiel rolls his eyes. "Cut!"
Castiel sighs in relief and fetches his sweat pants. "What do you think you're doing?" Crowley asked.
"I'm getting dressed."
"Drop the pants, Ducky! We're going to do another take. Make sure you yelp a little louder after you stretch. You have fractured ribs for Heaven's sake not a bothersome hangnail!"
Castiel stretched his sore neck and shoulders. He felt cold and hated standing around with the fucking cock sock on. He wanted to throttle Crowley's thick neck. He returned to the bed and a production assistant made sure everything was exactly how it was before the first take.
Cas had to do four takes in total. Finally, the shower scene was to take place. Fortunately, the real water that poured down the showerhead was warm. Castiel stood underneath it and closed his eyes. The warm water cascading down his tense back felt heavenly. Just when he was starting to relax, Crowley ruined his calm mood.
"OK so you are going to trail your hands down your torso slowly with your eyes closed. Remember your character felt an immediate raw animalistic attraction to the mystery man, when you first met. Don't slap the salami right off the bat!"
Castiel was truly going to hurt Crowley after the scene ended. He heard Sam and Chuck chuckle behind the asshole director. Little traitors! Cas ran his hands over his wet hair. He closed his eyes and placed his hands against the wet tiles. Cas counted to thirty and leaned against the wall. His left hand covered his lower abdomen as his right hand trailed down his wet muscled torso. Cas was fucking embarrassed.
"Cut!"
Castiel banged a hand against the tiles. "Now what?!" He turned off the water. He didn't want it to turn cold. Who knew how long he'd be in the damn shower? Barry, one of the PAs approached Cas with a towel and fluffy robe. Since the scene would have another take, Castiel had to emerge again into the shower stall dry. Another assistant dried Cas' hair with a hair dryer.
Crowley approached the bathroom set. "This is not turning out sexy. You remind me of a dying fish!"
"What the fuck?! I told you I needed more time!" Cas gently shoved the director's chest.
"Hey, I can imagine how humiliating this can get. I don't want to make things hard on you. Barbara is the one pushing for this. Look to make things easier picture someone you find irresistible bending you over a pool table or something."
Castiel's mouth hung open. "Or reminisce about one of your first sexual adventures. Just make things easier for the two of us, Ducky." Crowley lightly slapped Cas' cheek. The assistant turned the blow dryer off and ruffled Castiel's hair so it looked as if he just got out of bed.
His eyes landed on Sam and Chuck, who drank hot lattes. Castiel narrowed his eyes at his friends. They were having fun while he was cold and embarrassed. He was going to nail the scene in the following take if it was the last thing he did! He clenched his hands into fists as he headed to the shower stall.
Crowley yelled cut and Castiel turned on the water. This time he really put his acting chops to work. As his right hand slid languorously down his torso, Castiel bit his lower lip. He closed his eyes and his mind wandered back to twelve years ago.
John Winchester's cousin Bobby came with an impromptu camping trip for the kids of Boy Robot. It took place a week before the penultimate season of the series started shooting. The cast and crew had been informed the show's tenth season would be its last. It would culminate with Castiel, the young android graduating high school and entering the world of college along his best friend, Dean. The writers of the Disney sitcom were so lazy; they named all of their characters after the actors, who played them.
Bobby and his wife, Karen were the only adults chaperoning the camping trip to Yosemite National Park. All of the teens were ecstatic since it was their first camping excursion. Mary informed Dean to keep a close eye on twelve year old Sam. The sixteen year old was disappointed because he planned on spending most of his time with his secret boyfriend. Castiel's mother personally told the Singers if something were to happen to her angel, she would sue them. Cas was over the moon, because he would be an entire week away from his overbearing mother. Just being in the woman's presence suffocated the teen. He was counting the months until he turned eighteen and moved out on his own. Seventeen months to go!
On their first day, the Singers took the teens horseback riding. Bela asked Dean to assist her in getting up on her mare's saddle. The young vixen made sure to wiggle her ass in front of the boy's face. Castiel rolled his eyes. The trail in which the group rode their horses had a breath taking panoramic view of mountains and the greenery of Giant Sequoias and pink/white Shooting Stars.
Castiel and Dean were riding next to each other; talking about the latest Batman comic. Suddenly, Bela expertly maneuvered her mare between the two boys. "Sorry, Cas but can you give me and Dean a few minutes." She winked at the blue eyed teen. Cas slowed his black horse and rode a few feet after the duo. He gritted his teeth every time Bela placed a manicured hand over Dean's shoulder. It would linger there and Castiel got madder when Dean didn't remove the girl's hand.
Cas' day got worse during dinner. Sam, Jo and Balthazar roasted franks over the fire Bobby had started. Bela assisted Karen in preparing the beans and smores. Dean and Castiel had been assigned to raise the girls' tents. The boys along with Bobby would sleep in sleeping bags under the stars. Dean tried in vain to start a conversation with Castiel, who ignored him since they returned from the horseback riding excursion. "What the hell is your problem?" Dean asked Cas as he hammered the final stake into the ground.
Castiel made sure the last tent was sturdy and scurried back to sit on a log in front of the fire. The temperature started to drop. Everyone wore jeans, socks, hiking boots and at least a long sleeved shirt and jacket to keep them warm. Dean was fiddling his fingers. Cas' indifference towards him was driving him crazy. What the hell did he do or say to upset the kid?
Karen announced dinner was ready. She and Bobby served each teen their meal on a tin plate. Jo and Bela handed out hot chocolate. Dean was about to sit next to Cas on the log, when Bela motioned for him to join her on hers. Castiel rolled his eyes. "Please join your girlfriend," he murmured under his breath.
Dean stared at him for a moment. So Cas was jealous of Bela? He chuckled causing his boyfriend to glare at him. Cas was so freaking adorable. He should know by now he was the one for Dean. The Winchester joined Bela. Every couple of minutes, his hazel eyes landed on Castiel, who scowled at him and resumed eating.
After dinner everyone sat around the campfire and shared spooky ghost stories. Even Balthazar got into it and told the story of the Lady in White. Sam shivered hearing the British teen's scary rendition. Zar even acted some of the creepier parts out. The group was so caught up in the ghost stories; they hadn't realized it was already eleven pm. "Bed time, kids!" Bobby bellowed.
Most of the teens grunted in unison. "We have to wake up early to go kayaking."
The girls headed to their tents. The boys started settling their sleeping bags close to the fire. Bobby added more logs to it. Dean frowned as soon as he saw his boyfriend walk away from the group and place his sleeping bag underneath a Giant Sequoia. Damn Cas was really mad!
Half an hour later, Dean tossed for the twentieth time inside his sleeping bag. He was unable to sleep at all. He heard soft snores coming from Sammy and loud ones from Bobby. The man sounded like a tractor trailer. Dean sat and his eyes scanned the area. Balthazar was also sleeping with his mouth open. Dean tried not to make any noise as he unzipped his bag and got to his feet. The only sounds heard were of crickets chirping and an owl hooting nearby.
Castiel laid in a fetal position inside his navy sleeping bag. His back faced Dean so he didn't hear nor see his boyfriend approach him. The tawny haired teen unzipped the bag and zipped it before cuddling with Cas. He felt his boyfriend's body become tense. Dean lovingly kissed the shorter boy's neck. "Cas, you're acting stupid."
Castiel tried to wiggle away from Dean. The latter chuckled. "I don't like Bela. She's been trying to get my attention the last couple of weeks but you know you're the only one for me, ma petite pomme." Dean slid his arms across Cas' waist and spooned him.
He felt Castiel's body become less tense. "Dean, we agreed that you wouldn't call me little apple anymore."
"Come on, you know you love it when I call you ma petite pomme." Dean kissed the back of Castiel's neck and lightly bit it.
"Zar should've never given you the French translation of apple." Cas' hands held on to Dean's. Their fingers intertwined. Castiel gulped hard. "I'm scared of losing you. I love you so damn much."
"That's never going to happen, babe. I promise." Dean's hands travelled down South. They unbuttoned Cas' Levis. Dean smirked into Castiel's neck as soon as he felt the tent forming in the other teen's Batman boxers. His right hand slid beneath the underwear and covered Cas' dick. His thumb found the slit which was covered in pre-cum. Dean smothered it along the base. He started pumping Cas. The dark haired teen started breathing hard. "Shh…we don't want to wake up the others."
Dean maneuvered the sleeping bag so that Cas could muffle his moans with Dean's other arm. Dean increased the tempo on his strokes. Castiel bit into his arm as he came all over Dean's hand and inside his sleeping bag. His body felt like warm liquid. Cas melted against the taller teen. Dean licked his hand clean. Castiel turned around and kissed his boyfriend hard on the lips. "You're the best boyfriend ever," Cas said in between frenzied kisses.
"Anything to keep my baby happy," Dean said as he kissed Castiel's forehead.
Back to the present, Castiel groaned as he came underneath the showerhead. He opened his eyes and he was mortified. For a moment he forgot he was in the middle of a scene. Oh God! He wanted to drown in the tub. Fuck it was a stall!
Crowley yelled cut for one last time. He applauded madly. "That was fucking amazing, Ducky!"
Sam and Chuck were beet red and shared identical looks of horror. Castiel turned off the water, fetched the discarded robe and ran to his trailer.
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