Castiel woke up to the tantalizing smell of eggs benedict and sizzling bacon. His stomach grumbled quite loud. Cas knew Gabe was trying to make things up to him. The actor fisted his right hand as he recalled the painting brouhaha from last evening. Gabriel had no fucking right taking one of his paintings without Cas' permission and giving it to Kali so she could showcase it at the inauguration. Castiel pulled his own hair. The worst part of all of this was having Dean present, when the painting was unveiled. The art piece clearly represented the two of them after the first time they made love. Now Losechester is laughing his ass off thinking Crapstiel never got over him. The smug bastard's ego was going to inflate to double its size.
Gabe's obnoxious singing could be heard throughout the entire flat. The soon to be corpse sang Nancy Sinatra's "These Boots Are Made for Walking". Castiel vacated his bedroom wearing only a pair of white boxer briefs. His hair resembled a dark hedgehog. Cas didn't even bother to fetch his slippers.
Gabriel continued singing loud, when his cousin entered the kitchen. He eyed the morose man with the corner of his left eye. "Good morning," Gabe cheerfully said.
Cas grunted like a caveman and sat down. Gabriel served him his favorite breakfast and poured in a tall glass freshly squeezed orange juice. He plopped himself at the table and ate the delicious meal. The uncomfortable silence was suffocating Gabe. "Cassie, I am so sorry. I should've asked your permission first. Please accept my apology."
Castiel looked at his meddlesome cousin for the first time that morning. Gabriel was giving him his best sad Precious Moment figurine eyes. Cas arched his neck backwards and stared at the popcorn ceiling for about thirty seconds. He inhaled and exhaled deeply. His eyes landed on Gabriel again. "I know you meant well but man you need to ask first. My art is private. I have always told you that. What aspect of the word private don't you comprehend?"
Gabriel swallowed hard. "I said I was sorry and I promise it won't happen again. Geez, are the two dudes in the portrait you and a former flame?"
"It's none of your fucking business!" Cas closed his eyes. "Thanks for breakfast and apology accepted." Castiel knew he was being a dick to his cousin. He felt horrible. Cas stood up and placed his hands over Gabe's shoulders. He lightly squeezed them before exiting the kitchen. Gabriel smiled. That was Cassie's way of showing affection.
The following day of shooting, Castiel didn't bump into Dean which was a blessing in itself. The crew treated him as if the public masturbation session never occurred. Cas filmed two scenes that day. One with Jo at the pub set and another with Erick. This particular scene was an exterior shot since its setting was a park. Crowley must've gotten some the previous night because he only had the actors do four takes of each scene.
Friday came too fast for Castiel's liking. It was the day of the photo shoot. He wanted to get over with it. Dean was going to be heavily involved. How was Cas supposed to share the same space with him after what happened at the gallery? The three actors were picked up at the studio by Vinnie, the driver/head of security. Castiel swiftly exclaimed shotgun and hopped on the passenger seat.
Dean and Erick sat in the back of the green SUV. Erick was out of the loop so he tried making small talk. Dean and Cas would give him two or three word responses. The Winchester would sneak looks into the rearview mirror and caught Castiel doing the same. Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the warehouse, where the photo shoot would take place.
The photographer was a 5'7 brunette with aquamarine eyes and a killer bod. Her name was Pamela Barnes and she worked exclusively for Entertainment Weekly and GQ magazines. She kissed Erick on both cheeks and lightly tapped his ass in greeting. The two of them had worked together for a Tom Ford sunglasses and watch ad.
Erick introduced the feisty photographer to his two co-stars. The trio shook hands. Pam grinned lasciviously. "I feel like a fat kid let loose in Willy Wonka's factory." She tapped Castiel's ass on her way to the table where she had set up all of her equipment.
Dean smirked at Cas' widened eyes. The dude did have a fine ass. It was perfectly formed and rock hard. Castiel's eyes met his. The shorter man glared daggers at him. Dean arched a tawny brow at him and winked. A tall gawky guy by the name of Garth appeared. "I'm in charge of hair and makeup. So let's get this show on the road." He clapped his hands and motioned for the trio to follow him.
"Barbara wants debauched just got out of bed after a sex marathon hair for the three of you." He gazed at Castiel's face. He snapped his fingers. "Honey child, I'm going to have a field day doing those gorgeous angel eyes of yours. I bought new midnight sky eyeliner that I'm going to de-virginize on your beautiful peepers." He covered his lips with his right forefinger. "The hair has the look Barbara wants. So I won't have to work too much with it." Castiel stood still like a statue while the gangly man continued assessing him.
Garth gently shoved him into a chair. "Next!" he bellowed pointing at Erick. "Damn boy you are finer than one hundred year old scotch."
Erick rubbed the back of his neck. "Uhm…thanks."
"Since you're a vampire I'm going to make your natural bronze appear lighter. But I ain't going overboard like they did with those tween Twilight vamps." He pushed Erick on the chair adjacent to Castiel.
"Last but not least…the sinfully sexy demon, who unwittingly falls in love with a fallen angel." Dean felt uncomfortable being under the skinny man's scrutiny. "Don't worry, sugar. I don't bite; not unless you ask me to." He winked at Dean. Castiel and Erick were cracking up. Dean scowled at the two men.
Garth cupped Dean's face. "I've never seen such perfect asymmetrical features in my entire life. Boy I don't need to do anything with your breathtaking face. Your lashes are so long and thick! Most women would kill for lashes like yours."
"Can we hurry up?" Dean asked.
"OK cool your jets, boy. I work with the canvas before I start painting it." Dean's eyes sought Castiel's. The blue eyed man was beet red.
"Garth, stop flirting with the models; will you? We only have three hours." Pamela said as she finished adjusting her lenses.
Garth applied the eyeliner on Castiel and worked a little on his hair. Once he was finished, he sent him Pam's way. "OK sweetie…lose the shirt and shoes."
"What?" Castiel inquired. He bit his lower lip nervously.
"Barbara's orders," Pam replied.
Castiel mumbled beneath his breath as he unbuttoned his grey long sleeved shirt. He wouldn't be surprised if Barbara owned a porn company. The woman must think about sex 24/7. He walked to a corner and placed his shirt, socks and shoes in a neat pile.
"Relax, honey. First I'm going to take head shots. HBO wants solo close ups of the three of you. Then we'll move on to the good stuff." She winked at him before she started snapping away.
Garth finished with Erick next. Pamela must've taken close to thirty pictures of Castiel. She informed him they were done and brought Erick in. The same process was repeated with the Swede and then Dean. The Winchester had been dying to have a moment alone with Castiel but someone was always with them.
After Pam was happy with the face close-ups of the three sexy actors; she told them to take a fifteen minute break. "Help yourselves to granola bars and energy drinks." She gestured to a small snacks table. "Castiel, sweetie, you need to come with me."
"Where are we going?"
"We have a surprise for you, sexy," Pam stated.
Castiel followed her and Garth as they entered an adjacent room. His eyes widened. A pair of ebony black wings which were about five feet in height and two feet in width leaned against the white wall. "You're going to wear those during the remainder of the shoot."
Garth and Pamela assisted the actor in putting on the wings. The straps which clung to Castiel's shoulders matched the exact bronze hue of Castiel's skin. Once the two of them managed to properly set the wings, Pam and Garth whistled.
"I would so go to Hell for corrupting an angel," Pam said.
"Amen," Garth piped in. They gave each other high fives. Castiel rolled his eyes.
Erick and Dean were finishing up their granola bars, when the trio rejoined them. Dean almost choked on the granola. He couldn't remove his eyes from Cas. The guy was so fucking sexy and strutting around half naked with those gorgeous black wings on his back; he was even more beautiful. Dean chastised himself. He hated feeling lust towards Crapstiel.
"You look amazing," Erick told Cas.
"Thanks"
"Ok, fellas…let's get this party started!" Pam yelled. She instructed Garth to turn on her IPod. Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song" started blasting from the speakers. "Erick I want you to stand real close behind the angel. Move to the right a bit. Yeah…that's good. Now wrap your strong manly arms across his hips." The Swede obeyed the photographer. "Damn, Castiel you have the sexiest hipbones I've ever had the honor of seeing in the flesh."
Castiel blushed profusely. He remembered Dean telling him that on a couple of occasions. "That's gorgeous, Erick. Now have your right hand cover Castiel's chest." She started taking pictures. "Love it! Cas, baby…toss your head back. Garth, apply the fake blood."
In no time fake blood trailed down Castiel's neck. "Erick, bite the angel's neck. Go for it! Castiel tilt your head a bit more to the back. That's it!" Pam continued snapping away. "Close your eyes, Cas. The vampire is bringing you to orgasm."
Dean frowned as he witnessed Erick actually sinking his teeth into Cas' neck. He crossed his arms and leaned against a wall. "What the fuck?!"
Garth didn't do anything to improve his mood. He joined the actor. "They're so fucking hot together I'm going to need pliers to remove my undies tonight." Dean scowled at the overgrown Pinocchio.
For the next half hour Pam continued taking pictures of Erick and Castiel in some compromising poses. Alright so half weren't sexual at all. But still Dean didn't like it one bit. "Dean gorgeous, it's time for you to join the party!" Pam bellowed as she adjusted the lighting in the room.
Garth brought a red velvet throne like chair. Pam instructed Erick to sit on it. "Open your legs a little. Castiel, kneel at his feet." Cas was already tired of carrying the large wings on his shoulder. He glanced at a wall clock. Thank God twenty minutes to go!
Pam continued, "Dean, kneel next to Cas. Place your hands on his hips and pull him away from the vampire."
Dean felt a jolt of electricity as soon as his hands made contact with Castiel's warm skin. He immediately noticed Cas' spine go rigid. "Action!" Pamela bellowed. Dean pulled Castiel towards him. "OMG…that has to be one of the best photos I've taken so far!"
Fifteen minutes passed. "We're down to the last photo. Let's make it memorable!" Pam grinned at the trio. "Castiel you're going to be in the middle. Erick, get down on your knees and take the angel's right arm." She turned to Garth. "More blood!" Garth quickly applied it to Castiel's arm.
"Erick, you're going to drink blood from Castiel's arm while Dean is stealing a kiss from him." Both Dean and Cas gawked at the photographer. "Come on, boys. You're actors and must be used to impromptu shit like this. Hop to it; time's a wasting!"
Erick was already in position. Dean stood on the opposite side. He gently cupped Castiel's chin and leaned down. Cas nervously licked his lips. At any moment his heart would beat out of his chest like in Loony Toons. Dean's lips pressed lightly over his. Pamela took four pictures of the three in them in that particular pose. "That's a wrap!"
Castiel rapidly removed Dean's hands from their hold on his face. He couldn't even look at him. "You boys were dolls. Thanks for being such good sports. I know some of the poses were risqué but we know how Barbara is."
Castiel returned to the room where the wings were originally at. He was having a hard time removing them. Someone entered and started assisting him in taking them off. He smelled Dean's musky scent. Dean removed one wing and was in the process of taking off the other. He cleared his throat. "Cas, we need to talk?"
"What happened to Crapstiel?" Castiel yanked the strap away.
"We need to talk. Can we go for coffee?"
"Let me clear things for you, Losechester. That painting is not what you think."
"Oh really…cuz it looks like the two of us. After we popped each other's cherry and lay on the couch with our arms wrapped around each other. For some reason you loved the rain and couldn't stop staring at it through the window."
"FYI you're not the only guy I've fucked in the middle of a rainstorm. So don't flatter yourself!"
Dean grabbed Castiel's elbow. "Cas, don't be this way. Let's talk"
"Get your hands off me. You're the one, who fucked things up. There's nothing to say. We'll work together but that's it. Just leave me the hell alone!" He rocketed out of the room.
Ten Years Ago
Dean had never been this happy in all of his eighteen years. Castiel was moving in with him tomorrow. He was vacuuming his bedroom carpet. Well his and Cas' bedroom. Dean already emptied out a drawer for Castiel and set up half of the closet for his boyfriend. The day after they made love for the first time, Dean and Cas had fucked all over the apartment; starting on the kitchen counter and ending in the balcony. They couldn't get enough of each other. Castiel unwittingly left yesterday afternoon because he still had to inform Gabe that he was moving in with Dean.
The two of them had decided to host a small gathering next weekend where they planned on telling their friends and family the truth about their relationship. Dean whistled "Stairway to Heaven" as he finished vacuuming. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang. The Winchester wondered who could be at the door. He wasn't expecting anyone. Unless Cas came over for a quickie.
Dean turned off the vacuum and set it next to the washing machine. He grinned as he opened the door. "Hey beautiful"
"Well hello yourself, gorgeous," Bela Talbot stood outside in the hallway waving a six pack of Guinness in one hand and a champagne bottle in the other.
"I thought you were someone else," Dean said. He gave his former co-star a small smile. He bade her entrance to the apartment.
"Nice, Winchester…at first I thought you'd be living in a pigsty but the place is clean and tidy." She placed the beverages on the glass dining table.
"I haven't hired a maid yet. So I can't live in squalor. "
"What brings you here, Bela? I haven't seen you since the show wrapped."
"I wanted to celebrate our future. You are one of the finalists to play Che in Evita and I got the lead in Barefoot in the Park. It's going to have a six month run in London's East End."
"Congrats, Bela!" Dean embraced his old friend.
"Thanks, so what do you say? Want to celebrate our success?" She sauntered over to the dining table and retrieved two bottles of Guinness. Dean opened them both and handed one to the young femme fatale. Cas would cut his balls off he heard the British siren was alone with him. Bela made a pass at Dean at the show's last Christmas party. Cas had to leave early because he needed to catch a flight to Illinois. Bela was tipsy and dragged Dean over to a couch and started making out with him. Dean stopped things before they went too far. The following day, Bela called asking him to forgive her. Apparently she was a horny drunk. He forgave her and told her never to bring the subject up ever again.
"Dean, why don't you take a shower? You're all sweaty and I'll order Chinese. Then I can pop open the champagne bottle."
"Sounds great…the take out/delivery menus are in the kitchen. Uhm make yourself at home."
"I definitely will," Bela whispered.
Fifteen minutes later, Dean emerged from his bedroom wearing faded jeans and a black wife beater. He dried his hair with a towel. Bela's eyes watched him hungrily. It was a crime how beautiful the boy was. She patted the empty side next to her on the sofa. Dean quickly joined her. Bela was removing the cork from the champagne bottle.
"Dean, be a doll and fetch the flutes," Bela instructed.
She poured the golden bubbly inside the two flutes. "Here's to long and successful careers." They clinked the glasses together.
Dean guzzled down his champagne and Bela poured him a second glass. "Why is it that you always turned down my advances? We both know I was the hottest girl on set."
The Winchester chuckled. "Conceited much"
"Answer me"
Dean shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. You're not my type I guess."
"So who is your type then?" Dean remained silent. Bela's right hand landed on his thigh and started to inch its way up. Dean jumped from his seat upon hearing the doorbell. He smiled at the Chinese delivery guy and gave him a ten dollar tip. "Thanks, man"
The two teens ate at the dining table. Dean stuffed himself with two eggrolls, a large portion of Lo Mein and special friend rice. He washed the food down with a bottle of Guinness. Afterwards, he ate four fortune cookies. Bela barely touched her food. Dean excused himself to the bathroom. Bela ran over to the couch where she had left her Coach purse. She retrieved two small light blue oval pills which had butterflies engraved on them. She slipped one under her tongue and threw one inside Dean's Guinness bottle.
Dean returned and guzzled down the remainder of the drink. He licked his lips. "I don't know about you but I am stuffed."
"I bet you are with all the food you ate." Bela held his hand and led him to the couch. "Why don't we watch a movie?"
Dean put on a DVD of Speed. That was one of his and Cas' favorite flicks. Almost an hour later, Dean started laughing. He'd never felt this euphoria before. He couldn't help himself and started touching and hugging Bela. The girl held on tightly to him. She pecked him on the lips. Dean didn't complain or push her away so Bela kissed him hungrily. Dean covered her body and unhooked her bra. They continued making out.
"Let's go to your bedroom" Bela pulled him out of the sofa.
Dean's head was spinning. He never wanted this euphoric sensation to end. All he wanted was to have Castiel with him and fuck him hard into the mattress. His body felt as if it was on fire and sex was the only thing that could satiate him. Bela dragged him inside his room. The girl undressed herself and splayed herself on the mattress. Bela fingered herself as she stared at Dean. He swallowed hard and removed his clothes swiftly. His body covered hers. Dean had never been with a girl and had only seen nude ones in Busty Asian Beauties. His hands clumsily cupped Bela's breasts. He tweaked the hardened rose hued nipples. Bela arched her hips in the air.
Dean kissed her hard on the lips. Bela enveloped her trim legs around Dean's waist. "Fuck me, Dean! I've wanted you for so long." Her hands covered Dean's erection. She guided it inside her wet pussy. Dean thrust into her fast and hard. Bela raked her long nails across his back. She raised her hips to meet every single thrust.
The boy bit into her neck. The veins on his neck protruded as he thrust deeper and faster. His sweat fell over her flushed body. Bela closed her eyes as he brought her to climax. Dean soon followed. Bela licked his cum from his chest. The drug was still in their system. The frenzied teens rapidly went for round two.
Castiel decided to surprise Dean. He woke up at seven in the morning and went over to a local bakery which specialized in apple pie. Cas bought Dean's favorite pastry and two cups of hazelnut coffee. When he reached Dean's door, Castiel remembered Dean kept a hidden key under the welcome mat. Castiel was inside in less than a minute. He wanted to surprise his boyfriend with breakfast in bed. Cas turned on the bedroom light since the chamber was dark. The sun hadn't made its presence yet.
The room reeked of sex. When Castiel's eyes landed on the bed, he dropped the two cups of coffee and the pie on the floor. Dean and Bela Talbot lay on the mattress nude with Dean's dried jizz all over them. The sheets were on the floor. Tears threatened to form in Cas' eyes. He couldn't believe Dean betrayed him. "How could you?" Castiel wasn't up for a confrontation. If he remained in the room any longer, Cas would kill the two of them. They weren't worth getting a life sentence in prison.
Castiel walked to his car in the building's parking garage. He fought the urge to throw up. The image of Dean and Bela lying nude in bed with his boyfriend's face lying in between the slut's breasts would remain branded in his brain. Cas stopped walking as his gaze landed on Dean's precious baby. Castiel removed his car keys from his jean's pocket and strolled closer to the Impala. He saw his reflection in the driver's window and smirked.
Two hours later, Dean woke up to sunlight filtering in through the venetian blinds in his bedroom. He felt a warm body stir against his. Dean opened his hazel eyes and he fell off the mattress, when he saw who the body belonged to. Bela stretched her arms languidly. She smiled and told Dean good morning.
"What the fuck happened?" Dean asked. His mouth felt like cotton and his head hurt badly.
"Dean, you wound me, babe. You don't remember fucking me in six different positions last night?" Bela pouted. She didn't have the decency to cover her nude form.
Dean licked his dry lips. "Sorry to disappoint you but I don't remember a thing." He was telling her the damn truth.
Bela scowled at him. She got out of bed and started searching for her discarded clothes. "You're a dick, you know that. We fucked for almost three hours and you don't remember a thing?"
"Sorry" Dean finally rose from the floor. His eyes landed on the spilled coffee and pie on the floor by the door. He turned pale. "Bela, please tell me your clumsy ass spilled the food on the floor?"
"No, you bloody idiot. I just woke up!" She pulled her lace G-string on. The girl quickly dressed. "I guess breakfast is out of the question." Bela smirked at Dean. She rose on tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Thanks for a good time." She trailed her forefinger against his jaw. "I'll let myself out. Ciao, Bello"
Dean ran inside the bathroom and knelt in front of the toilet. He emptied his stomach. All of the Chinese food came out. What had he done? Tears cascaded down his face. He knew Castiel must've seen him and Bela in bed. Oh God what have I done? He wiped his mouth with a towel and cried his heart out on the bathroom floor. He needed to see Cas pronto!
On his way out, Sam stopped him. They were scheduled to have breakfast this morning. "I don't have time, Sammy. I need to go sort something out."
"Dude, have you seen your car?" his 5' 10 fourteen year old brother asked.
"What do you mean?" Dean's eyes became wide. "Did something happen to Baby?"
Sam rubbed the back of his neck. "Dude, follow me but prepare yourself cuz it ain't pretty."
Dean walked like a death row inmate going to his execution. When he approached the Impala, he dropped to his knees. Man Whore was scratched into the driver's door in big letters. "I think I'm going to hurl again."
"That's not the only thing, man. Follow me," Sam said. Dean was scared to go any further. He followed his brother the Bigfoot and cringed. The passenger side window was smashed and the Led Zeppelin and AC DC cassettes had all been broken, as well. Glass covered the passenger part of the seat bench and floor mat.
"Who could've done such a thing?" Sam asked.
Dean slid down the floor. Castiel did it and Dean deserved it. He'd broken Cas' heart and Castiel retaliated the only way he knew how.