January 21, 2013
Dean groaned in pain as soon as something jumped on top of him. He opened one eye and gazed at the clock on his night stand. It was six thirty am. "Happy Birthday, dad!" Adam screamed in his dad's ear as he got off his groggy father and sat next to him on the mattress.
Dean rubbed his bleary eyes and sat up. He leaned against the bedframe. Adam sat on his lap. "Thanks, little man." He ruffled his son's tawny hair.
"Here I got you a present" Adam handed him a flat box. Sock monkeys adorned the gift wrapping paper.
Dean opened the box and smiled. "Sweet… an autographed Led Zeppelin shirt!" He eyed his son curiously. "How could you afford this?"
Adam gave his dad a toothy grin. "With the money mom sent me for Christmas."
"Adam, that was money for you to spent on yourself. Your mom will have a cow if she finds out you blew it all on your old man."
"She never asks me what I buy with the money she sends me. It's not like she cares anyways." Adam played with his sock monkey slippers. It was obvious to everyone Adam was obsessed with sock monkeys.
"Hey, no frowns on my birthday." Dean tilted his son's chin upwards. "Your mom loves you."
"Dad, I'm almost ten. I know she cares for me." Adam remained quiet for a moment. "If she loved me, she wouldn't have walked out on us, when I was one."
Dean heartily embraced his child. "Well you got me and Aunt Samantha. What better mother can you ask for?"
Adam giggled. "There you go, little man. I made you laugh. Get ready for school. Don't forget we're having dinner at Olive Garden tonight with Uncle Sammy."
"Cool!" Olive Garden was the kid's favorite eating establishment for some bizarre reason. Adam inherited his love of rabbit food after his uncle. The two of them would pig out on the Italian restaurant's salad while Dean stuffed himself with mozzarella sticks. "Love ya, dad!" Adam yelled before leaving his father's bedroom.
"Love you more, kid"
Dean laid down staring at the ceiling. He fucking hated Bela. It wasn't enough she fucked up his life in more ways than one but the bitch abandoned their son, when he was barely one year old. She left a note stating she was still suffering from post-partum depression and that she needed some alone time in London. Three months after she bailed on them, Bela became known as the European Paris Hilton. She modeled for Victoria's Secret and Armani for five years. The skank gave up the party scene after she met a British earl. The couple started dating two years ago and have been together ever since. Dean was surprised she still hasn't asked him for a divorce. He hadn't done so because of Adam. His beautiful innocent son still held hope his parents would reunite. Although the almost ten year old surprised his father with what he said a few minutes ago. Maybe Adam was starting to lose hope. He was a smart and observant child.
The Winchester wasn't scheduled on set until noon today so he would take his son out for breakfast at IHOP before dropping him off at school. He got out of bed and strolled over to the closet. Dean opened the door and removed Castiel's painting. His fingers traced the silhouette of the two lovers. Deep inside Dean knew Castiel lied to him, when he said Dean wasn't one of the lovers in the painting. Cas had always been a horrible liar. Dean could tell when the blue eyed man lied because he bit his lower lip and didn't look you in the eye.
That's why after he left Castiel's apartment all those years ago he thought back on the ugly words Cas had hurled at him about fucking a random stranger. Castiel was unable to look him in the eye and he'd nibbled his lower lip. Dean asked Balthazar if Cas had hooked up with anyone at the club; once the Brit returned from his trip. Zar said Castiel and some guy made out and fooled around but never got down to doing the nasty. Dean was relieved upon hearing the truth.
Of course Dean knew Castiel had a couple of lovers since their nasty breakup. He himself had sex with his wife a couple of times before she left. Dean wasn't a saint and he'd had several one night stands, when Adam spent his summer vacations in Lawrence with his grandparents. Castiel had been involved with Inias Green, a Broadway actor he met during his run in Jesus Christ Superstar. The two of them lived together for three years before their friendly mutual breakup. Cas later dated Meg Masters, an actress from one of the many Law and Order shows for three months last year.
Dean rolled his eyes. For someone, who loathed Castiel he kept track of the dude's every move. "Who am I kidding? I'm practically the guy's stalker." Dean gently leaned the painting against the closet's wall. He didn't hang it in his room because of Adam. Dean still hadn't told his son about his father being bisexual. He would have to have a talk with the kid soon.
Dean found it odd the studio, where the show was filmed resembled a ghost town. At this time, most of the cast and crew surrounded Gabriel's catering truck for lunch. He shrugged his shoulders and walked over to his trailer. The door was locked. Dean searched his jean's pocket for the keys but he forgot them at home. "Fuck!" He scurried to the set, where he was scheduled to shoot today. Maybe he'd find one of the stagehands there.
The set was pitch black. What the fuck was going on? He turned on the lights and jumped as soon as the cast and crew yelled surprise. "You fuckers got me good," he said. Everyone approached the birthday boy to hug him and wish him a happy birthday. Dean's eyes scanned the set for Castiel. Of course Crapstiel wouldn't be caught dead at Losechester's birthday party.
"Happy Birthday, big brother," Sam embraced Dean and patted him on the back. "Check this out," he pointed to a table that held mini bacon cheeseburgers and curly fries. A gigantic apple pie stood in the center with a big candle on it. Dean licked his lips.
"Wow Gabe went all out," he said.
After everyone ate lunch, Balthazar led Dean over to a chair. "We have a surprise for you, birthday boy. Sit down and enjoy the show." He winked at Dean.
Two stagehands dragged a humongous cake inside. It was the kind that a hot chick popped out of. "Aw did you guys get me one of the centerfolds from Busty Asian Beauties? You shouldn't have."
Stripper music began to play. The top of the fake cake rattled and fell down. An arm enveloped in a long silk glove appeared. It gesticulated provocatively. The other arm made its debut as well. Dean rubbed his hands as blonde hair protruded from the cake. Then all of a sudden, Gabriel's face came out. The cast and crew whistled and hollered as the trickster made his way seductively out of the cake. He donned a replica of the dress Marilyn Monroe wore, when she sang happy birthday to John F Kennedy.
Dean cracked up as Gabriel sat on his lap with his legs crossed. Gabe purred as he sang to the birthday boy. He removed his gloves and grinded his ass against Dean. The actor blushed. "OK let's keep this PG-13," Chuck said.
Gabriel kissed Dean's cheek and removed himself from the birthday boy's lap. "Thanks, Gabe"
"Any time, big boy," Gabriel said as he sauntered off the set. The cast and crew applauded.
Castiel remained inside his trailer while the festivities went on. No way was he going to be in Dean's presence after all the shit the painting started. The two actors kept things professional at work. They shared scenes together and that was the only time they spoke to each other. Cas avoided Dean like the plague.
Someone knocked. Castiel told them to enter. Gabriel entered in drag. "And I thought Hugo Weaving made the ugliest drag queen. I was wrong."
Gabe flipped him the bird. "And here I am bringing you lunch, you Grinch."
The tantalizing aroma of the mini cheeseburgers was making Cas literally salivate. He grinned sheepishly at his cousin. Gabriel placed the food on the small table. "I even bought you dessert….apple pie a la mode. Let me put the pie inside the fridge so the ice cream doesn't melt."
Gabriel removed the blond wig and high heels while Castiel wolfed down the burgers. "These make me really happy," Cas said as he inhaled the heavenly burgers.
"I know you hate the guy but it was rude of you not to make at least a cameo in Deano's birthday." Gabe stated as he wiped the lipstick from his lips.
"I'd rather eat sautéed liver."
"That can be arranged. I discovered a new recipe for liver a la Milanese that I'm dying to try."
"Gross" Castiel cringed.
Gabe was back to wearing leggings and an oversized Lady Gaga t-shirt. He handed Cas the slice of apple pie. "Cassie, how come you never shared with me the real reason the two of you became bitter enemies?"
Cas ceased eating and dropped the spoon on the bowl. "Can I please eat in peace?"
Gabe was going to say something but was interrupted by a knock at the door. He opened it and saw Chuck. The writer waved at Castiel, who said hi. "Sam left his flash drive which has episode five's script. Crowley is directing that episode and he and Barbara want to read it ASAP. You want to come with me to his apartment to get it?"
"Why can't he go?" Gabriel asked.
"He's arguing with Zachariah about something the dick wants to omit from episode three." Castiel rolled his eyes. Zachariah made Crowley look like Mother Theresa.
"Sure thing, sweet cheeks; I'm just going to make sure the stove is off and I'll be set." Gabriel patted Chuck's butt on his way out.
Chuck unlocked the Winchesters' apartment door and allowed Gabriel to enter first. "Qu'elle surprise! I was afraid we were going to walk into a rat's nest."
The writer instantly headed to the office. Gabriel started snooping around. He opened the first bedroom door and it obviously belonged to the kid. A bookshelf housed a sock money collection and a LA Lakers poster adorned one of the walls. Gabe continued his search for Dean's bedroom. He opened the last door in the hall and hit the jackpot.
The walls were painted sky blue and were bare. A queen size bed was situated in the middle of the room. Nothing piqued Gabe's curiosity. "Wow Deano I had no idea you were this boring. No sex toys or porn stash lying around? I bet I'll find them in the closet."
Gabriel was in the middle of opening the closet door, when Chuck entered the bedroom. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"What does it look like? I am snooping…duh!" Gabe rummaged inside the closet.
"Dude, would you like it if someone went through your stuff?" Chuck asked.
"I don't care. All they'd find is a case of KY and my dildo collection. Quit it with the Dudley Do Right routine. It is tres unattractive." Gabriel continued scavenging. "Eureka! I found something." His hands landed on the painting. He couldn't make it out in the darkness. So the short man brought it outside.
His mouth hung open. "What the hell? Dean bought Cassie's painting?"
"Why would Winchester purchase his mortal enemy's work of art?" Chuck inquired as he scurried next to Gabriel.
"You know what something fishy is going on and I ain't talking about my tuna casserole. Cassie's been acting all weird since the art gallery opening and I'm going to get to the bottom of things." He gazed at Chuck. "No pun intended"
"Alright let's get out of here. Sam already texted me asking why we're taking so long. Put the painting back where it was." Chuck swiftly vacated Dean's bedroom.
Later that evening, Gabe went over next week's lunch menu. Castiel called him earlier to notify him he was going out with Zar and Jax to play pool and have a couple of drinks. Gabriel's curiosity was getting the best of him. He turned off his laptop and headed to Cas' bedroom. Maybe he'd find something in there, as well.
He turned on the lights and rocketed over to the closet. Gabriel fetched a box and carried it to the bed. An Audrey Hepburn coffee table book and newspaper clippings from his Broadway reviews and Tony award were the only things inside. Gabriel placed the box back to its original spot. He rose on tiptoes and stretched his arms to reach for another box that sat on the top corner. The box fell on top of him. A bunch of pictures scattered on the floor. "Shit…it's going to take me an eternity to gather all of this."
He sat on the floor and started gathering the photographs. Many of them were of family gatherings and vacations. Gabriel was bored already. He was about to stuff the remaining pictures inside the box, when one of them caught his eye. It was a photo of a Halloween party Disney held for the Boy Robot kids eons ago. Dean and Castiel were dressed as Beavis and Butthead. The taller teen held the camera as he and Castiel smooched. Gabriel's eyes almost bulged out. He continued rummaging through the other pictures and found another more incriminating one. In this picture, Dean laid in bed with a sheet barely covering his nude form. He grinned seductively at the camera with a fucked out look in his eye.
"Oh Cassie, I think I know exactly what happened between the two of you." Gabriel finished placing all the photographs inside the box. He grabbed a short ladder and climbed it to return the box. "Maybe I can think of a way to get you two knuckleheads back together. It's obvious the two of you are still gaga over each other."