Dean winced as he exited the Impala. His ass hurt like the devil. He dreaded going up his apartment building's stairs. The freaking elevator was not in service. All Dean wished for was to have his sore as hell body underneath a warm showerhead. He'd stopped by Walgreens to purchase Desitin. The gel would soothe him after he showered. When he entered the apartment, Adam and Sam were watching "MythBusters" on the Discovery Channel.
"Hi dad!"
"Did you finish your homework?" Dean walked towards the recliner at a laggard pace. Sam narrowed his eyes at him.
"Yep," Adam replied.
"It's bed time, champ." Dean turned off the TV with the remote control.
"Aw, the show ain't over."
"I'll record it. Now go brush your teeth. I'll go in to do inventory in five minutes."
Adam hugged Sam on his way to the bathroom. "Good night, kiddo."
"Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite," Adam told his uncle.
Sam made sure his nephew was out of the vicinity. He turned to face his brother. "Dean, is everything ok?"
Dean stood up gingerly. "What do you mean, Sasquatch?"
"You are walking more bow legged than usual and it looks like you're in pain."
"I took a shower in my trailer…big mistake, dude. I slipped on the tiny shower stall and bruised a nut."
Sam winced. "Ouch"
"Tell me about it. I'm going to soak my nads after I tuck Adam in."
"Dude, TMI"
"You're such a prude bitch," Dean teased.
"Jerk"
Adam was finishing putting on his sock monkey pjs, when Dean entered his bedroom. The youngster sat on his racecar bed. Dean checked to see that his son cleaned behind his ears. "Ears clean…check"
Adam smiled. "Teeth clean…check"
"I even flossed."
"Atta boy…that's how your old man keeps his Colgate smile." Dean gave his son a Cheshire cat grin.
Adam laughed. He slid beneath the covers. "Castiel is really cool."
Dean tensed. He was trying not to think about the man. What the hell happened this afternoon? Dean admitted to himself he wanted Cas so badly it hurt. He was so desperate that he wouldn't mind having another round in which he bottomed. Dean stopped himself. This was definitely an inappropriate subject to be thinking about around his son.
He cleared his throat. "Yeah, he's cool I guess."
"Can I come over the set more often? Maybe he can help me with my homework and stuff." Adam yawned.
"We'll see, champ." Dean ruffled his son's hair before vacating the boy's room.
Five minutes later, Dean stood underneath the showerhead. The warm water cascaded down his back; soothing his aching muscles in the process. After he relaxed, he lathered his entire body with Gillette body wash. He slid two fingers inside his achy hole and flinched a little. "I don't regret being with Cas." He closed his eyes as his right hand covered his semi erection. He jerked himself until he murmured Castiel's name in between groans. Dean turned off the water that was turning cold. He dried himself and headed to his bedroom.
Sam remained watching some boring as hell humpback whales documentary in the living room. Dean lathered some Desitin on himself before pulling on a pair of boxers. He lied face down on the mattress. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Cas' face as he thrust into him. Dean punched the pillow. "I'm so fucked."
Gabriel arrived home a quarter before midnight. As he strolled towards his room, he noticed the lights on in Castiel's art room. "Cassie, you're still up?" He opened the door which was ajar. Castiel stroked his brush against the canvas ferociously. "Will you slow down there, tiger? You're scaring me."
Cas ignored his cousin and continued painting at a frantic pace. Gabriel glanced around the room. "Why is there spilled paint on the floor and certain things are on the floor that shouldn't be?"
Castiel answered because he knew Gabriel would never shut the fuck up. "I was frustrated with my earlier work. Sorry I threw oil paint on the floor and tossed some stuff around."
Gabe arched a tawny brow. He didn't buy it. Something happened in this room. He sniffed the air like a bloodhound. Hmm if he didn't know any better; Gabriel swore it reeked of sex. Who did Cas boink? Ugh it was probably Jax! Did the two lovebirds have a fight afterwards? Why was Cassie in such a funky mood?
"You know I'm here if you want to talk," he said before leaving.
"Don't worry about the floor. I'll clean it up before going to bed."
"Bonsoir"
"Good night, Gabe"
Cas ceased painting. He was satisfied with the final product. Tomorrow morning on his way to the set, Castiel planned on taking a trip to the nearest FedEx store to drop off the painting for Sarah's auction. As he knelt on the floor and scrubbed it hard with Ajax, Cas cursed himself. "What the fuck was he thinking fucking Dean?!" Castiel pulled his dark hair hard. He couldn't stop remembering how tight and warm Dean felt, when he was inside him. Cas bit his lower lip as he got a boner. Once he was finished removing the damn paint stains, Castiel rocketed to the bathroom, where he jacked himself. He slid against the wet tiles after he was blissed out. Cas rubbed his face. He hated himself for being weak, when it came to Dean Winchester.
The following day Dean was freaking tired of having people ask him what happened since he was walking funny. He could've sworn he saw Cas smirk, when Chuck asked him the annoying question. His mood darkened even more during the scene he and Castiel shared in the afternoon. Cas ad libbed two entire sentences and threw Dean off his game. The two of them did twelve takes. Crowley was back to direct the next to last episode.
"Cut!" the Scotsman yelled. "That's a wrap, ladies and gentlemen." The crew left to start assembling tomorrow's set piece. Crowley grinned at the two actors. "Ready for tomorrow's big scene?"
"I guess," Dean said as he rubbed the back of his neck. Castiel remained silent.
"Oh come on, Ducky. It's not like you're going to your execution. You're having your first love scene with Dean." He patted Castiel's cheek on his way out. The two actors were dreading to act a dream sequence which Dean's character has of him and the fallen angel getting it on.
Castiel started walking away. Dean grabbed his arm and swung him around. "I'd appreciate next time you ad lib that you have the courtesy to let me know in advance. I felt like a dumb ass in front of the entire crew today!"
"Bite me!" Cas said as he scurried away. Dean glared at the man's retreating back. He followed Castiel inside his trailer. Dean shut and locked the door.
"What the fuck are you doing? I didn't invite you in?" Cas pulled off his shirt. His intention was to change and go home. Dean threw him against the wall. His flustered body covered Castiel's.
"I won't allow you to finish ruining my career." Dean's nostrils flared as he leaned his face closer to Castiel's. Cas could feel the other actor's warm breath over his face. He swallowed hard and nibbled his lower lip. Dean continued, "You sabotaging my big break in Evita was fucking low. I had to find work as a mechanic to support my family and it was all thanks to you." Castiel lowered his eyes.
Cas tried to shove Dean away but the furious man was a brick wall. Dean harshly pulled Castiel's arms up and held his wrists tight against the wall. Cas wiggled. "It was the only way I knew how to retaliate. Not only did I find you in bed with that whore." Castiel still vividly pictured a nude and slumbering Dean with his head snuggled in between Bela's fake breasts.
"Then I saw the news on TV you were getting married because you knocked her up. I wasn't thinking straight. All I wanted to do was hurt you."
"You did a fucking amazing job." Dean's eyes were a dark green.
"Let me go!" Cas was getting tired of all this bullshit.
Dean separated Castiel's thighs with his right knee. Cas made the mistake of looking at him. Dean's mouth rapidly covered his. Castiel didn't respond. He remained immobile like a statue. He was stunned to hear Dean mewl. The taller man kissed every inch of Castiel's face. He knelt in front of Cas and unzipped his jeans. Dean lowered them along with the boxer briefs down to Castiel's ankles. He splayed his hands on Cas' hipbones. "You have the sexiest hipbones, babe." Dean kissed one hip and bit the exposed kiss. Castiel closed his eyes. Since Dean had released his wrists, Cas felt the urge to run his hands through his short tawny hair.
Dean continued kissing, licking and biting the other hip. He looked up at Castiel. "I've missed you so damn much."
Something snapped in Cas. He hauled Dean up by the shoulders and pushed him hard against the table. Dean yelped in pain. His tailbone hit the edge of the freaking table. "What the fuck?!"
Castiel fixed his jeans and pulled on an old Nike t-shirt. He pointed an index finger at his former lover. "You lost every right to call me babe, when you betrayed me with Bela. What occurred yesterday was one of the biggest mistakes of my life and it will never happen again. You understand? Tomorrow we're doing the scene and be convincing because that's our fucking job."
Dean stood up. He rubbed his throbbing tailbone with his right hand. "You were the one, who fucked me yesterday like a rabid animal. Have a funny way of showing something you didn't want to do."
"After we wrap the season I'm leaving to Mexico. The more space between us the better." Castiel grabbed his gym back and scurried out of the trailer.
"Adios!" Dean screamed.
Castiel headed to Gabe's catering truck. Gabriel was closing up for the day. His eyes raked across his cousin's face and neck. "What happened to you? You and Jax went at it in your trailer?" He waggled his brows. Gabriel saw Jax and Jo leave for a training session. That left Dean as Cas' tango partner. He wondered if Dean was the one Castiel had sex with yesterday.
"It's none of your business. Want to go and get hammered tonight? I have a love scene with Dean tomorrow and I need to clear my head." Castiel didn't wait for his cousin. He started walking away. Gabe rolled his eyes as he tossed his Kiss the Chef apron on the counter. He locked the truck and trotted after his irate relative.
Dean arrived home with a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken and some side items: cole slaw, mashed potatoes, gravy, biscuits and a chocolate chip cake. Adam sat at the small dining table working on some math problems. "Where's your Aunt Samantha?" Dean asked his son as he set the food on the table.
Adam was about to answer but his uncle beat him to it. "In the bathroom, jerk!"
"Hurry up and finish shaving your giraffe legs. I bought dinner and it's gonna get cold!"
Dean and Adam set the table for three. When Sam joined them, they were waiting for him to start eating. "Ugh Dean KFC…really; that's a heart attack waiting to happen."
The eldest Winchester glared at his moose of a brother. "I didn't have time to cook a meal and I need to talk to you guys so deal with it!"
"Excuse me" Sam served himself cole slaw and mashed potatoes. He grabbed the smallest chicken leg and removed the oil drenched fat from it.
"You're such a high maintenance chick."
"No, I'm only taking care of myself. Adam, don't make it a habit to eat junk food." His nephew nodded before stuffing half a biscuit inside his mouth.
"Junk food hasn't killed me yet." Dean bit a huge chunk from a chicken breast. Sam cringed.
After Dean and Adam ate almost the entire chocolate chip cake, Sam washed the dishes and utensils. Dean called for a family meeting. He'd been nervous all day long. Dean decided to tell his brother and son the truth about his sexuality. Now that he and Bela were finally getting divorced, Dean didn't plan on remaining a wallflower. Of course he wasn't going to bring different people to his home. He didn't want to set a bad example for Adam; especially at his age. It was obvious he and Cas were never going to get back together. Dean was tired of being lonely. Maybe he would really start dating Anna. He was bi so he might even meet a dude, he'd hit it off with. Now was the best time to tell his family the truth.
Adam and Sam entered the living room debating about the latest Batman issue. Dean allowed them to finish their conversation. He gazed at around the cozy room to see which would be the best spot for him to sit. Should I remain standing? He plopped his ass on the recliner. Dean winced since he was still sore.
Sam and Adam finished their debate and gave him identical looks of you have our full attention. Dean cleared his throat. He felt like throwing up all the fried chicken he stuffed himself with. "What did you want to talk about, Dean?" Sam asked as he made himself more comfortable on the couch.
Dean's eyes landed on his son, who smiled at him. OK here goes. "You guys know Bela and I are getting divorced." Dean didn't know how to word all of this. He spent two hours in his trailer searching articles online on how to tell your child you're gay or whatever.
"I plan to start dating once the divorce is final." Adam's eyes widened. "Don't worry I'm not going to be a slut and parade my conquests around here. I would like to meet someone and settle down."
"Why don't you date Anna then? She's nice and we go out with her and her niece," Adam suggested.
Dean turned pale. "Dean, what aren't you telling us?" Sam asked.
"Adam, you know how Janet from your class has two mommies?" Dean looked at his son.
"Yeah, one of them is a drill sergeant in the army."
Sam turned to his nephew. "For real?" Adam nodded.
Dean rolled his eyes. "OK what I am trying to say. Jeez I suck at this really bad. I might date men."
Sam and Adam both gawked at him. "Whoa! You're bi?"
"What's bi?" Adam asked.
Dean was going to answer but Sam beat him. "A person, who is bisexual, is attracted to both men and women."
Adam scrunched his brows. "So there are people, who like both boys and girls?"
"Yes, and there is nothing wrong with that or with Janet's two mommies. You can't help who you fall in love with," Sam continued.
At times like these, Dean really loved his brother. The moose was a dufus but a loveable one. Dean stood up and sat next to his son. "I'm still the same person ok? Whenever I meet someone and know they're the one; I will introduce you to them. You know why?" Dean tapped Adam's nose. The boy shook his head. "Because you will always be the number one person in my life"
Adam smiled. "I get it dad…it's like Will & Grace."
"When did you start watching that? You're too young. That show can be raunchy at times. I told you to stick to the Discovery and History Channels."
"I know but I was flipping channels and Jack was doing something funny so I watched the episode."
"I'm going to start locking channels."
Sam cleared his throat. "Adam, do you have any questions."
The nine year old remained quiet. Then finally spoke. "Since you like dudes why don't you ask Castiel out? He's really cool." Adam's eyes were bright with excitement.
Dean coughed nervously. He couldn't stop. Adam ran to the kitchen to fetch his dad a glass of water. Sam tapped him on his back. "Dude, what the hell?"
Dean drank half the glass of cold water. His eyes stopped tearing. "Cas and I don't get along too well, son. Anyways we'll see what the future brings." Adam hugged his dad. "Are we cool, champ?"
"Yeah, dad…you know I'll always love you no matter what? You can be a drag queen and you'd still be the best dad ever."
"I'm not even going to ask where you learned about that." Adam giggled. Sam snickered. "Go finish your math homework before taking your bath."
Once Adam disappeared into his bedroom, Sam turned to Dean. He smacked him on the arm. "Ow bitch!"
"Since when are you bi and why didn't you tell me?" The Sasquatch pouted and crossed his arms.
"My first boyfriend was a dude and we kept our relationship a secret for five years. Our breakup was nasty and then Adam came along." Dean scratched the back of his head.
Sam's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, when Sam put two and two together. He stood up with his mouth open. "OMFG! Castiel was your secret boyfriend! It all makes sense now. You said it yourself your breakup was really bad."
"Keep your voice down, Samantha," Dean hissed.
"Why did the two of you break up?" Sam sat back down.
"I don't want to talk about it ok. Promise me you won't tell anyone; not even Sarah." Dean pleaded with his eyes.
"You know I won't. Wow the two of you were a couple for five years and no one suspected a thing. Now it makes sense why the two of you loathe each other."
"Let's drop the subject." Dean headed to the kitchen to grab a beer. He sure needed one after the conversation he shared with his son and brother. As he gulped down half of the bottle, Sam entered the kitchen.
"Now that we're sharing shit; you should know I'm pansexual. I fooled around with Balthazar until recently." He was beet red. Dean spat out beer on the kitchen counter.
"How long were the two of you together?" Dean was already getting another beer from the refrigerator.
"Ten months…we realized it was only about sex. It was pretty amazing but we didn't have much in common."
"Stop right there! I don't want to hear about your sex life." Dean finished the first beer bottle.
"Eew, Dean I wasn't going to go into details. Gross!" Sam drank some OJ before bidding his brother a good night. Dean relaxed for the first time that day. Adam took the news pretty well and Sam revealed he wasn't straight. Dean chuckled as he headed to his bedroom. Now that the cat was out of the bag, he opened the closet door and retrieved Castiel's painting. Dean found two thumb tacks and pressed them into the wall across from his bed. Then he presented the painting on them. He straightened it until he was satisfied with a right position. Dean stared at the work of art for several minutes. Cas couldn't fool him. This was a recent painting which meant he still harbored feelings towards Dean whether he wanted to or not. Dean sat at the edge of the mattress. He knew deep inside, Castiel would always lay claim to his heart.
The following morning, Castiel barely ate breakfast. He was anxious over today's filming schedule. Crowley was a stickler for perfection so who knew how long he and Dean would be in bed together? Things would get worse after the first season. If the show got renewed then things would get even steamier. The triangle between the three protagonists in the books intensifies in each book. Gabriel appeared to offer him a mug of steaming ginger tea. Cas smiled at his cousin and thanked him.
Gabriel ate a bowl of Captain Crunch cereal. "Ginger is great for a nervous stomach. I know you have a tough schedule today, kiddo. Do your best and Crowley won't demand too many takes."
"You're right," Cas said before blowing on the tea.
"At least thank God the Scottish toady is directing instead of douche nuzzle, Zachariah."
"Tell me about it."
"Come on kid, let's get going."
Meanwhile Dean stuffed himself with homemade pancakes, sausage and bacon. He was the total opposite of Cas, when he was nervous he ate like a pig. Sam flinched as he continued watching his brother stuff his mouth with the greasy food. Adam drank OJ and ate a slice of toast lathered in grape jam. "Nervous about today's scene?" Sam asked.
Dean continued pigging out. "Dad, hurry up. I have fifteen minutes to get to first period!"
The actor washed down the vast meal he had with a glass of Tropicana. "Get your book bag, champ."
"See you at the studio," Sam said. Adam hugged his uncle before leaving.
Crowley ordered for a closed set today. Only essential crew would be present. Sam chose not to be around during filming cuz hello he doesn't want to see Dean getting it on even if it's for work. Chuck would be the only writer present on set. Gabe wished his cousin good luck before Cas entered the hair and make-up trailer.
Castiel was surprised to see Garth from the photo shoot working in hair and make-up now. "Hey, sexy," the Pinocchio doppelganger stated as he welcomed Cas.
"What are you doing here?" Cas asked as he was led to a chair.
"I needed a steadier gig so here I am. Crowley wants you to look as angelic as possible in today's scene so I need to shave all the stubble from your gorgeous face." Garth winked at him. The stick figured man lathered shaving cream on Cas' cheeks, jaw and neck. "Don't worry I won't slit your throat." Garth laughed reminding Castiel of a deranged horse. He was going to use an old school razorblade.
Cas prayed silently as Garth scraped the blade across his jaw. Pinocchio was actually gentle and in eight minutes he was done. He applied a warm towel afterwards and patted Cas' skin gingerly. "There smooth as a newborn's bottom."
Castiel ran fingers across his smooth skin. "Thanks, Garth."
"Now take of your shirt."
"Excuse me?"
Garth rolled his eyes. "Dude, you're shirtless in the scene remember? All you're wearing is jeans and the angel wings." The gawky man snapped his fingers in front of Cas' face.
"Oh right," Cas whispered. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. Garth placed it on a hanger. When Castiel pulled up the Warrant t-shirt he donned, Garth gaped.
"Whoa I've got my work cut out for me!" He moved Castiel in front of the mirror. "Did you go a round against Catwoman?" He turned Cas around so the actor could see his back which was littered with bright red scratch marks. Fucking Dean!
"Dude, your wrists are bruised, as well. Kinky are we?" Garth started mixing different tones of foundation and concealer to match Castiel's skin.
Dean entered the trailer just as Garth applied concealer on Castiel's back. He noticed the marks he left and frowned. "What the fuck are you doing here, Garth?"
"Better salary and stability. Plant your sweet ass on the other chair and wait your turn." He continued applying the concealer on Castiel. Dean's traitorous eyes continued landing on Castiel's body. As a teen Cas was lanky but now as a full grown man he had a medium muscular build. He was freaking gorgeous.
"I'm almost finished with Castiel. Crowley doesn't want you to shave so why are you here? Your perfect face doesn't require make-up." Garth turned to the other actor. His eyes landed on Dean's neck. Dean had removed his t-shirt that covered a massive hickey at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. A few bites littered his lower torso. Dean stood up and showed his back to Garth, too. His tailbone was a dark purple.
When Garth thought he was finished with Castiel, the blue eyed actor blushed and cleared his throat. "Actually I have some hickeys of my own." He lowered his sweatpants and revealed matching bruises on his hips.
Garth narrowed his eyes at both actors. He laughed. "Nah…the two of you hate each other. For a moment I thought the two of you fucked each other." The two men remained silent. The make-up artist remained quiet, as well. Hmm something fishy is going on? He had great lunch time gossip!
"Let me work on Dean since he's due first on set," Garth told Cas. He shoved a Cosmopolitan magazine against the actor's chest.
He finished applying the concealer and foundation on Dean's bites in under an hour. "It should be dry now. Let me finish with the angel."
"Thanks," Dean said as he exited the trailer.
"Dean, my boy…right on time! Let's get going. We have four hours designated to use this set. Time's a wasting," Crowley slapped Dean's shoulder. "We're going to film, when the demon wakes up as the sex dream starts getting steamier."
"Do I remove my jeans and stay in my boxers?" the actor inquired.
Crowley laughed. "I have a hunch demons don't wear their tighty whities to bed."
"You've got to be fucking kidding. I have to go commando!"
"Don't be a freaking baby. Castiel was a champ, when he did his full frontal scene. Who can't blame the lad? He's extremely well hung."
"The script doesn't call for full frontal in this scene!" Dean was getting pissed with the director.
Chuck intervened. "Dean can be nude but covered with the sheets."
"So then I can have my boxers on." Dean crossed his arms and glared at Crowley.
"There isn't full frontal, you gits but the sheets slide down and we need to give the illusion the demon's nude. For fuck sake Dean, if you're such a prude then make sure your junk is covered by the sheets. I had no idea you were such a Prima Donna!"
"Whatever, man; let's get to work." Dean proceeded to the set that was made to resemble the cave his demon character lived in. One of the stage hands made sure the doors which led to the set where locked. Dean removed his boots, socks and jeans. A crew member spritzed water on his face and torso. She then ruffled his hair. Dean was finally able to lie down. He removed his boxers under the sheets.
"Alright so you're going to be sleeping in the middle of a sex dream. Your hand will be over your dick. Writhe and bite your lower lip or something." Crowley stood adjacent to the camera operator. Dean closed his eyes and spread his legs apart. His right hand covered his cock. He bit his lower lip as he moaned. The crew on set was silent. "Cut!" Crowley yelled.
Dean opened his eyes and sat on the mattress. "What? I thought it was going well."
"Not bad but moan a little louder and say the angel's name."
"Good suggestion," Dean lay down again.
"Lower the sheets…have them cover from your lower stomach down." Crowley returned to his usual space.
Dean started the scene again. When it came time for him to say the angel's name, Dean moaned Castiel. "Cut!"
The Winchester had never been so fucking embarrassed. "Sorry"
"It's ok…most of us present have had a fantasy about the beautiful blue eyed man at least once." Crowley scanned the faces around the set. "Am I right?" A few crew members nodded or answered yes. Dean gave Crowley a what the fuck look. Crowley reminded the actor the angel's name was Remiel. Dean nodded. The female crew member returned to spritz more water on him.
Crowley yelled action. Dean did his third take and he was able to make it all the way to the end. Crowley screamed cut but instructed him to perform two more takes. Finally after the fifth take he was satisfied with the final product. "Good work, Winchester" The assistant director informed Crowley Cas was on his way.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let's take a ten minute break!"
Dean pulled his boxers back on and asked an intern to bring him black coffee with no sugar. The teen scurried away. Dean got out of the bed to stretch his arms. When filming resumed, they would have three hours of filming to go. It would be him and Cas on the bed pretending to have sex. He took a deep breath.
"There you are, Ducky! Jesus, you look gorgeous." Crowley's voice caught Dean's attention. Castiel stood adjacent to the director wearing only a pair of black skinny jeans and the large black wings from the photo shoot. Dean gulped hard. He was so screwed.
The intern appeared in front of Dean with the cup of coffee. Dean didn't care it was hot and gulped it all down. The intern offered him two mints. Dean smiled at the kid and tossed them in his mouth. He observed the intern handing Castiel two mints, too. At least no one would accuse anyone of having funky breath. Dean chuckled.
The doors were locked once again. Chuck slid down his chair. The part of the job he hated was watching his friends in their birthday suits or doing sex scenes. He would cover his face with the script, when it got to the nasty parts. One thing was writing what the characters did but he drew the line at actually watching his friends bring the intimate scenes to life. He felt sorry for Dean and Castiel right now.
Dean returned to the bed and covered most of his body. He waited for Crowley to finish giving Cas instructions. The crew in charge of lighting had to change the lights throughout the next scene. Crowley was adamant that Castiel's close ups be done in different lights. This way the angel would look ethereal. Cas finally approached the bed. His lines would be shot first.
The lights were dimmed. The sound of ocean waves crashing into the shore would be added by the editor and his staff. The demon's cave was located by the ocean. "Action!"
Dean closed his eyes. Castiel gazed at him longingly as he stood at the foot of the bed. The angel made his way leisurely to the bed where he ended straddling Dean. The demon opens his eyes and leaps a little from the bed. The angel places a finger over his lips and continues climbing over the demon's body. "I'm not that innocent," he whispers huskily. Castiel trails kisses down Dean's torso. The demon locks his arms around the angel's waist. Dean is having difficulty doing this due to the massive wings. Crowley yells cut.
"These things are fucking huge. Let me practice a little." Dean started enveloping his arms across Cas' hips. He finally was able to do it easily. Dean noticed Castiel's skin burned. The other actor didn't even make eye contact with him while they weren't shooting the actual scene.
Crowley yelled action once again. Castiel straddled Dean and said his line before kissing down his torso again. This time Dean locked his arms across Cas' waist. His mouth devoured Castiel's lips. The angel's hands palmed the demon's hard ass. Dean arched his hips causing the sheets to lower. They barely covered his groin area.
As the two actors continued making out, Chuck covered his entire face with a script. Crowley leaned closer to the camera operator. "It's a sin how fucking sexy and gorgeous those two are."
Dean stroked a couple of feathers on the angel's wings. Castiel closed his eyes and moaned loudly. The angel was supposed to get extremely aroused whenever his wings were stroked. "Forget about him," Cas' character tells Dean as his right hand slides under the sheet and cups his cock. What the crew didn't know was Castiel was really jerking Dean off. He kissed Dean hard as he brought him to climax. A pin drop would be heard in the set. The crew members' eyes were glued to the bed where the two actors were doing an extremely convincing job of going at it.
Dean bit Castiel's lower lip, when he came. The bed sheet was smeared with his jizz. Crowley yelled cut. "I can't believe I'm about to say this but that was perfect. We won't need another take. Boys the two of you are really dedicated to your craft. You make my job so much easier." He winked at them.
Castiel wiped his hand on the sheet before removing it. Dean was speechless. He couldn't believe Cas jacked him off in public. How embarrassing! The person, who was in charge of washing the sheets, was going to get a surprise. As Castiel started leaving the bed, Dean couldn't help to notice the other actor sported a boner.
Now it was time for Dean's close ups and lines. An intern helped Castiel with his wings. They weighed a ton. Cas was dying to remove them already. He got on top of Dean again. The demon leaps and asks the angel what he's doing there. Dean inquires, "I don't want to corrupt an angel of the Lord." Castiel places a finger over Dean's mouth. Then kisses down his torso and then they make out again.
"What about the vampire? I thought the two of you were in love," the demon asks.
Crowley tells them to skip the feather stroking part. "Kiss passionately and Dean you're going to unzip the angel's jeans."
Both actors meet halfway to kiss. Their teeth clack and tongues battle for dominance. Castiel's hands rub against Dean's torso. The demon holds the angel's waist with one hand and unzips his jeans with the other. Crowley yells cut. Dean and Castiel kissed for several seconds afterwards. They finally stop. Cas zips his jeans and leaps out of bed. He offers his back to the intern, who is helping take the wings off. He doesn't want the kid to see the tent in his jeans. Dean gets out of the sticky sheets with his boxers on. He swiftly dresses.
"Ducky and Winchester, I am so proud of you two. I thought we were going to run over the allotted time but we have half an hour to spare." Crowley looked at his Rolex. He embraced the two actors and kissed them on each cheek. "That was fucking amazing. I'm off to take a cold shower. See you tomorrow, Ducky." He waved at the actors.
Dean left first. Castiel remained to talk to Chuck. Two female crew members walked past them on their way outside. "I need a cigarette right now," one of the women told the other.
"According to the conversations I heard after the two of you were done; I'd say it was a success."
"Thanks…I guess," Castiel replied. "I loathe doing these kinds of scenes. I need to take a shower. I feel dirty. Catch you later, Chuck."
"Bye" Chuck nodded his head as he watched his friend leave the set.
Later that night Gabe prepared dinner for Balthazar in his penthouse. After they consumed fruit tarts for dessert, Balthy commented the show was going to have a panel at the east coast's television critics' summer seminar. This year it was being held in Atlantic City, New Jersey. He told Gabriel that Erick would not be able to make it due to a prior film commitment. That left Cas and Dean as the actors, who would represent the show.
"That's a great idea! Who else is going?" Gabe reveled at the idea of Dean and Castiel being alone for several days.
"I have to because I'm the executive producer. That's it."
"I'm going to miss you, my very own 007." Gabe sat on Balthazar's lap. The Brit smiled. Gabriel, who was so exuberant, tended to be shy around him. "Actually I assumed you would join me, darling. Production on the first season will be over by the time of the seminar."
"I would love to!" Gabe surprised Balthy by kissing him on the lips. Zar raked his fingers through Gabe's honey hair.
Gabriel unwittingly broke the kiss. He leaned his forehead against Balthazar's. Both men breathed hard. "I was beginning to think you only wanted to be friends," Balthazar stated.
"No, you have no idea how long I've had a crush on you!" Gabriel blushed.
Balthazar kissed him lightly on the lips. "Sorry it took me a while to see how wonderful you are."
The following morning, Balthazar called Dean and Castiel into his office. "What's up, Zar?" Dean asked. He was having a hard time looking his old friend in the eye after Sam told them they used to bang each other's brains out.
"Sit down, guys. Would you like something to drink?" He opened the small refrigerator and fetched two bottles of Evian water. Castiel opened his and drained half of it. He knew something was up if Balthy called them in to his office so early in the day. Dean held his bottle and stared at the Brit.
"My God the two of you look as if you lost your puppy." Zar laughed.
"Well you have never called us in here," Dean piped in.
"Relax, I just wanted to inform the two of you that the show will be represented in late May at the east coast television critics' seminar."
Castiel lightened up. "That's great!"
"You two will represent the show with me at the panel." Zar beamed at his friends.
"Isn't the rest of the cast joining us?" Dean asked.
"Erick is filming a movie in Europe. So that leaves the two of you."
"What about Jo and Benny?" Cas inquired as he fidgeted on his seat.
"They can't make it either. I know you hate each other but we're all counting on you to sell the show."
Dean rolled his eyes. "I promise to make you proud, Zar."
"Me, too," Cas added.
"The network will pay for your week long trip. We're going to have fun; you'll see."
Dean and Castiel stole glances at each other. Dean gulped hard. An entire week with Cas. They would have to do joint interviews through the whole week and act civil towards each other. What he worried about the most was if he could keep his hands off Cas.