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The former lovers flew out of Balthy's office like bats out of hell and went their separate ways. Dean was scheduled for one scene in which his character has a confrontation with Erick's vampire one. Garth was meeting him at the actual set since he needed to apply bruises on both actors' faces. Dean felt most of the crew members' eyes on him for some strange reason. People whispered to each other as he strolled to the set. He finally met up with Erick. "What's up, man?"
"Hi, Dean," Erick greeted the Winchester as he perused the script.
"Dude, why are people staring at me? I'm getting the heebs and jeebs." Dean poured himself a cup of black coffee. Erick closed his script. He fidgeted. "Now I know something's going on."
"You know I'm not one to gossip but," Erick didn't know how to tell Dean the latest rumor on the gossip vine. He scratched his jaw.
"Can you tell me before the years over?" an agitated Dean inquired.
"Everyone is saying you and Cas are having an affair."
"What?!" Dean's eyes resembled two sour apple pinwheel lollipops. "So continue," he encouraged his fellow actor by waving his hands at him.
"Word spread the two of you sported matching bruises and scratches. Also, whoever removed the sheets that were used in yesterday's scene found residue on them."
Dean rubbed his hands across his face. This was all Cas' fucking fault. Kinky bastard had to jerk him off during an actual scene! "We're not having an affair. I came during filming. Dude, that happens all the time to other actors!"
"You don't need to explain yourself. What the two of you do in your private lives is your business," Erick said. "Although I need to speak with Castiel because I don't want to see my brother hurt."
"I thought they weren't serious," Dean stated.
Erick shrugged his shoulders. "I hope so."
Dean heard Garth's annoying horse sounding cackle from across the room. He narrowed his eyes at Pinocchio. He bet his left nut the skinny runt got the rumor mill started. Dean excused himself and scurried over to Garth.
The make-up artist was gossiping with two interns. Dean grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall. Garth started shaking. "That's right, bitch…you better be scared. You better shut your cake hole and stop spreading lies." His face was an inch away from Garth's petrified one. Pinocchio's feet dangled a few inches above the floor.
"Dean, what are you talking about man?" Garth's protruding Adam's apple bobbed convulsively up and down.
The actor bared his teeth as he spoke. "You know damn well what I'm talking about. I have a kid to protect. So I don't want him to hear things…capisce?"
Garth nodded maniacally. "You're lucky I don't have you fired." Dean let the scrawny man go. He returned to practice his lines with Erick. The interns stayed rooted on the spot.
Meanwhile Castiel read the script for the season's final episode. The cliffhanger was kick ass. After the vampire and fallen angel truly kiss and come close to making love, four of Lucifer's henchmen kidnap the vamp. The fallen angel has no alternative but to team up with the demon Dean portrays, to save him. At least there weren't any intimate scenes; thank God!
Someone knocked on the trailer. Gabe entered with a sheepish grin on his face. "Cassie, you sly dog" The short man scooted next to his cousin on the couch.
"What are you referring to?" Cas placed a bookmark on the page he was reading. He removed his black rimmed reading glasses.
Gabe nudged him on the shoulder. "You know…you and Deano." He waggled his brows.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Cas was close to throwing his cousin out of the trailer. He had too much on his mind and didn't have time for Gabe's antics.
"The two of you are doing the horizontal mambo. Why didn't you tell me?"
"There's nothing going on between Dean and me!" Castiel stood up.
"The entire crew is talking about yesterday's free porno courtesy of the two of you. A couple of people swear they saw jizz stains all over the sheets."
"It's not my fault Dean's a horny bastard and unprofessional. Are you implying I jacked him off for real?" Castiel chewed his lower lip and evaded eye contact with his cousin.
Gabriel smirked. Cas was lying. The nervous lip chewing and not making eye contact always gave him away. "Garth told everyone during lunch yesterday that the two of you were covered with hickeys and you have scratches all over your back."
"Garth is a fucking blabber mouth and needs to shut it!" Castiel turned beet red as he paced the floor.
All of a sudden, a knock was heard on the door. "Cas, open up, it's me." Castiel stood still upon hearing Dean's voice. Gabriel opened the door and grinned at the Winchester.
"Hello there, Deano"
"I need to talk to Cas in private."
Cas' eyes landed on Dean's. "He's heard about the rumor. You can speak in front of him."
Dean closed the door. He leaned against the wall. "I confronted Garth and told him to shut his cake hole if he knows what's good for him."
Castiel swallowed hard. Dean continued, "I don't want Adam to hear about this; especially since Bela and I are still in the middle of divorce proceedings."
Gabe perked up. "You're finally getting divorced?" He discreetly gazed at his cousin. Castiel was surprised at hearing this.
"Yeah, it's about fucking time. We never had a real marriage and she's going to marry some British lord named Dick."
Gabriel sniggered at the guy's name. Dean grinned. "How did Adam take the news?" Castiel asked. He'd only hung around the boy once but he already developed a soft spot for him.
Dean stared at him. "He's more mature than I am. He's ok with it."
"Good…don't you have to shoot a scene?"
"Yeah, I'm leaving. I just wanted you to know I nipped the gossip in the bud. I also took full responsibility for my jizz being on the sheets."
Castiel licked his lips. "Uhm thanks"
"I never want you or Adam to be hurt." Dean realized he'd said too much in front of Gabriel. He cleared his throat and left.
"That Winchester is alright," Gabe said. Castiel shrugged his shoulders and returned to the couch. "See ya later, Cassie." Cas waved at his cousin.
Once Gabriel set foot outside the trailer, he swayed his hips from side to side. Yes, Dean's getting a divorce and he and Castiel are fuck buddies! Gabe smiled as he called Balthy. "Sweetie, when's the TV Critics thingy?" He listened to his boyfriend's response. "Thanks, I just want to know when to start clothes shopping." Gabriel planned on paying a visit to the State of New Jersey site this evening. If what he had planned didn't work to get these two knuckleheads together then nothing else will.
One night in late April Gabriel went online and printed an application. After sharing dinner with his cousin, Gabriel told Cas he needed to sign a few papers to renew their flat's lease. Amongst the papers, Gabe slipped in the application form. He highlighted all the places Castiel needed to sign. "Thanks, Cassie. You're stuck with me for one more year!" Gabe ruffled his cousin's hair.
Balthazar had informed Gabriel earlier that day that Dean needed to sign his contract for the second season. Gabe enthusiastically volunteered to swing over the Winchesters' apartment and have the actor sign all the documents.
As soon as Adam saw Gabriel in the living room, he asked about Castiel. "He's busy getting ready for a trip to Mexico. His charity organization is building a school down there."
"That's so cool!"
Dean finished signing all the paperwork and handed the manila file to Gabe. "So Cas is leaving soon?"
"Yeah, he leaves tomorrow afternoon. He'll return for the critics' thing." Gabriel said bye to the Winchesters and headed out. He laughed as he started his car's engine. Dean and Castiel were dumber than a sack of rocks. Seriously, who doesn't read a document before signing it? They were so made for each other. First thing tomorrow morning he would mail the application.
Dean and Bela's divorce was official three weeks before the Atlantic City trip. Dean was ecstatic. Now he was free of Bela for good; not exactly. The bitch asked if Adam could spend the first half of his summer vacation with her in England. She wanted her son to meet her fiancé. Adam was not happy at first and it took Dean a week to convince his son to go. Even if Bela was a bitch; she was Adam's mother. Dean wanted them to become close.
Bela flew to LA to personally accompany her son on the plane to Heathrow. The flight left an hour before Dean's to Atlantic City. When the announcement was made for first class passengers to start boarding the plane with destination to London, Dean knelt in front of Adam. The boy's large grey eyes were frightened. This was the first time the two of them would be separated.
"I know I don't have to tell you, champ but be on your best behavior. Try your best to get along with your mom. She's trying. Be nice with Dick." The two Winchesters laughed. Dean said, "Never gets old"
Adam wrapped his arms around his dad's shoulders. He pressed his face into Dean's neck. "I'm going to miss you, dad."
"Me, too, champ" Dean inhaled his son's Johnson & Johnson Baby shampoo. He wiped a tear from his left eye. "Get going, kiddo" Dean rose to his 6'1 height. Bela approached them and offered her hand to Adam. The boy hesitantly took it.
"I promise I will take good care of him," Bela stated. Dean nodded. "Thank you," Bela whispered as she led Adam away. Adam turned and waved at his dad. Dean smiled at him. Dean didn't leave until he saw the plane take off.
Dean arrived at Atlantic City Airport at five pm. Castiel, Gabriel and Zar were taking different flights. As he sat on the backseat of a taxi cab, Dean took in the sights. The quartet was staying at the Seaview Marriott Resort & Spa, a three diamond resort that was located fifteen minutes from Atlantic City. The cab stopped at a red light. Dean gazed outside and saw a bus which advertised the show. It was one of the solo pictures Pam took of Castiel wearing the black angel wings. God he looked beautiful. Ten minutes later, Dean was at the resort's front desk.
As the chipper concierge explained to Dean about the vast amenities the resort offered, Gabe and Balthazar arrived. "Hi, Deano!" Gabriel was in a great mood.
"Hey, guys" Dean signed a paper and collected his room card.
"Ready for tomorrow?" Balthazar asked.
"I hate talking in front of large groups but I'll handle it."
Zar tapped Dean on the shoulder. "I know you will old chap."
Dean took in the antique furniture and fittings around him. The place was really classy. The critics junket and panel was being held at the resort. Tomorrow afternoon he and Castiel would partake in the press junket where they would be asked the same questions over and over. Dean planned on drinking a lot of coffee before the junket started.
Cas' flight landed at three in the morning. He went straight to bed as soon as he arrived in his room. The alarm went off at nine am. He showered, shaved and dressed. He wore dark slacks, a grey button down and black loafers. Gabriel tamed his hair with a ton of gel.
When Castiel was escorted to the room where the junket would take place, Dean was already waiting for him. Cas couldn't help and ogle the man. He wore dark blue jeans, an olive button down that made his hazel eyes green and new black boots. Dean felt Castiel's presence as soon as he stepped out of the elevator. They nodded at each other before being led inside the room.
The two actors were bored to death and ready to rip their hair out after the eighth interview of the morning. All the reporters first question was the same. "Are the two of you dating? Those who have watched the pilot say that even though you hardly share scenes in it; the screen sizzles when the two of you are around each other."
Dean and Cas would take turns replying the same answer. "We worked together for ten years and know each other well."
Two interviewers requested for the two of them to take off their shirts. The actors declined. The questions were ridiculous and most didn't even relate to the show. After four never ending hours the junket came to an end. Dean and Castiel shook hands with the last reporter, who worked for Entertainment Tonight.
"Shoot me now," Dean said as he mimicked shooting himself in the mouth.
"Almost all the questions pertained to sex and if we were an item. What a vapid society we live in," Cas added.
"Hey that's showbiz, kid."
Gabriel appeared. "Hi guys! I bet you're famished. You're not needed anymore today. The show's panel is tomorrow. Let's have some fun!"
The quartet met at six for dinner at Wolfgang Puck American Grille Restaurant. Zar reserved a table for four. The eating establishment had a huge wine list. Balthazar the group's wine connoisseur ordered vintage red and white wines that the other three men couldn't even pronounce. For appetizers the men shared sautéed Maryland crab cakes.
Dean complained there weren't any burgers on the menu. Castiel rolled his eyes. The Winchester ordered mesquite grilled prime New York steak with crispy Tuscan style potatoes. Cas ate pan-roasted Atlantic swordfish with Yukon gold potato puree and spring vegetables. The lovebirds ordered the same item: grilled Colorado lamb chops with English pea risotto.
The food was delicious but Dean was not impressed with the small portions. He was used to eating at Olive Garden and burger joints. "Don't worry, Deano. We're getting dessert, too." Gabe winked at him.
Dean wolfed down his caramelized banana cream pie while the others slowly ate their dessert. Castiel moaned in ecstasy every time he chewed a piece of a pineapple upside down cake slice. Gabriel and Zar fed each other Valhrona chocolate soufflé. Dean's dick twitched every time Cas moaned and licked his spoon clean. The blue eyed man had drunk three glasses of wine. Castiel never could hold his liquor well.
After dinner the quartet decided to take a stroll on the boardwalk. A gentle breeze came in from the ocean. They reminisced about the group vacations they went on during their childhood courtesy of Bobby and his wife. Gabriel only participated in two since his mother barely allowed him out of her sight.
Gabe and Zar excused themselves twenty minutes later; leaving Dean and Castiel alone. "You want to try your luck at a casino?" Dean suggested. Cas shrugged his shoulders and followed the taller man.
The duo played at a Black Jack machine. Dean kept ordering drinks from a cute red haired waitress. What he loved most about casinos was all the free drinks you could get. Cas was actually winning fifty bucks on the slot machine. Suddenly, a tall burly German tourist sat adjacent to him. "Mind if I sit here? Maybe your luck will rub off on me."
Dean witnessed the interaction through the corner of his right eye. He remained playing with his slot machine. Cas smiled at the man and said, "Sure"
The German, who introduced himself as Hansel, ordered a drink for Castiel. Dean loathed his weasel eyes and long greasy hair. He kind of reminded him of a hobo Gerard Butler. Instead of playing, the stranger kept staring at Cas and licking his lips. Dean's eyes landed on Castiel, who was fidgeting on his seat. Hansel leaned closer to Cas. "What's your secret to winning?" His mouth was an inch away from Castiel's ear. Cas scooted to the left.
"I think it's cute when a man is shy," Hansel whispered at Castiel.
Dean had enough. The red haired waitress returned with their fourth round of drinks. Dean handed Cas a Long Island Iced Tea. Castiel gulped it all down. Hansel noticed Dean for the first time. He glared at the actor before getting the two drinks he ordered from the waitress.
"Do you have any plans for the rest of the evening, blue eyes?" Hansel's eyes devoured Castiel.
Dean stood up and placed a hand on Castiel's back. "Ready to go, babe?" His eyes clashed with Hansel's. Yeah motherfucker…he's mine. What are you going to do about it?
Castiel's eyes were huge, when they landed on Dean. He nodded and printed out his winnings. As the two of them walked away, Hansel yelled, "I'll be here, blue eyes!"
Cas cashed out his winnings and walked out of the smoky casino with Dean. "What a fucking douchebag! He was still propositioning you after I made it seem we were a couple."
Castiel laughed. "Gross did you see how greasy he was?" He shuddered. Dean laughed with him. He looked at his watch. "Dude, it's two o'clock. Our panel is at nine. We need to head back."
They walked in amicable silence. The wind picked up. Cas shivered. Dean instantly noticed. He removed his leather jacket and placed it around the shorter man's shoulders.
Castiel looked up at him. "You didn't have to. Now you're cold."
"Nah, I'm ok. A cab should stop here any second now."
"Thanks"
Dean smiled down at Cas. For a moment it felt like the good old days. How he wished he could turn back time and change things. But then he wouldn't have Adam. The kid was the world to Dean. Fifteen minutes later they were exiting the elevator on their floor at the resort.
Castiel handed Dean his leather jacket back. Their fingers brushed. Dean cleared his throat. "I had fun."
"Me, too; thanks for saving my honor and for lending me your jacket." Castiel gave Dean a gummy smile. Dean's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't been the recipient of one of those for ten years.
"Any time, Cas" Dean offered his hand to Castiel. The other man gawked before shaking it.
"Good night"
"Night, Cas"
Fortunately, Balthazar joined them at the panel. He answered questions concerning the Mature (M) rating the show already received. Balthazar defended the show and stated nothing that hasn't been shown in True Blood was making an appearance in Halos and Blood. He went on to say all the controversy was due to the participants in the love triangle being male. "If it's not your cup of tea then don't watch it. The book series' popularity illustrates there will be a loyal fan base for the show. Have you gone online? People are excited about it."
The panel lasted forty five minutes. Dean and Castiel were asked who the fallen angel would end with at the end of the show. Both actors answered it was too soon to say. More frivolous questions were asked. The moderator finally thanked the press, actors and executive producer for their cooperation.
"Zar, you handled yourself great," Cas told his friend.
"Some members of the press tend to be homophobic pricks." Balthazar remembered something, "Fellas, Gabriel found out there's a wedding taking place tonight at the resort. He plans on all four of us crashing it."
Dean rolled his eyes. "A wedding seriously…there's so much cool shit we can do in Atlantic City."
"Indulge the lad please. We'll hit a couple of clubs afterwards. I promise."
"Whatever"
"See you later, Zar," Cas said as he headed to the elevator. "I'm going to take a nap and then order lunch through room service."
"Sounds like a good idea," Dean piped in.
"Wear a suit for the wedding!" Zar bellowed.
Castiel took a two hour nap and then ordered a veggie burger with fries and a coke through room service. Afterwards he read his e-mails. Gabriel texted him that he'd gotten him a black Armani suit for the wedding. It was in the closet.
Someone knocked on his door. Castiel answered and was surprised to see Dean. "Dude, you want to go to the bar and have some drinks before the wedding. I mean seriously we need to be slightly buzzed for it."
Castiel internally debated Dean's suggestion. He bit his lower lip. Dean's eyes landed on his mouth. "Uhm sure"
"Cool I'll meet you there at five. The wedding is at six in Ballroom A." Castiel nodded before closing the door. He felt somewhat numb. Cas and Dean hadn't hung out so much since their late teens, when they were together. He was terrified of letting Dean back into his life. Just because he and Bela were divorced now didn't mean squat.
Dean arrived at the resort's bar two minutes after five. The damn elevator took forever to reach the lobby since someone got off or on in every freaking floor. His eyes scanned the area for Cas. He wasn't there. Dean rubbed the back of his neck. Who was he kidding? Castiel wasn't going to show up. What the hell was he thinking? Cas hated him.
Dean sat at the bar and ordered two tequila shots. He downed the first one. All of a sudden, a hand landed on his shoulder. "Hello Dean"
His heartbeat accelerated. Dean turned to see Cas looking yummy in a black suit. The azure tie almost matched his eyes. "You look great, Cas."
"Thanks, as do you." Castiel raked in Dean from head to toe. "Sorry I'm late. You know how long it takes to tame my hair."
Dean smirked. "Here have a shot." He motioned at the bartender for two more.
After five more rounds of Patron shots, the two men were already wasted. Dean's head rested on Castiel's shoulder. He laughed. "Remember how badly Zar wanted to teach you how to kiss? It's a good thing he didn't. He's dating Gabe. It would have made things weird."
Cas smiled. "I'm glad he didn't give me my first kiss."
Dean gulped hard as the two of them stared at each other. "Me, too"
"There you are! I've been looking all over the place for the two of you!" Gabe said as he stood behind them.
"Wow Gabe you're dressed normal. Well except for the Pepto Bismol shirt," Dean said. Castiel giggled.
"The two of you are drunk?!" Gabe smacked himself on the forehead. "Why me?"
"Don't be mad Gabriel. I love you so much," Cas said as he got off the stool. He embraced his cousin and kissed him hard on the cheek. "You're my brother…you know that right."
Gabriel rolled his eyes. He patted Castiel's back. "I love you, too Cassie."
Balthazar approached the trio. "The wedding is about to start." He noticed Dean's wobbly stance and how Castiel clung to Gabriel. "What's going on? Are these two idiots drunk?" Gabe nodded. "Then the plan won't work." Gabriel had told Balthazar everything. The Brit wasn't on board but Gabe knew how to persuade his boyfriend to be a participant.
"Leave it to me," Gabe winked at him. "Help me drag these buffoons into the ballroom."
Balthazar assisted Dean in walking straight. Castiel held on to Gabe as his cousin escorted him to the ballroom. Through his drunken haze Cas found it odd how easily they crashed the wedding. The four of them just walked in and sat in four available seats in the back. Zar sat Dean adjacent to him. Dean hiccupped like crazy. Castiel giggled. Zar gave Gabriel a worried glance.
Five minutes later, the bride walked down the aisle wearing a Vera Wang gown. Her father accompanied her. A tall thin blonde woman played a harp. Dean laughed. Zar told him to zip it. An ordained minister stood in the front of the ballroom. Lilies of the Valley adorned the spacious room.
Dean and Castiel were telling each other jokes as the ceremony started. They stopped sniggering upon hearing a commotion up front. The bride slapped the groom and dashed down the aisle. All the guests whispered amongst each other. Dean hiccupped really loud; garnering the attention of the people around him. He smiled sheepishly at them.
Castiel turned towards him. "I would never do that to you. Leave you at the altar."
"Neither would I." Dean poked the tip of Cas' nose with his right index finger.
Gabriel perked up at their conversation. "Cas, are you asking Dean to marry you?"
"Hey, Gaby; I didn't see you there!" Castiel yelled. Zar stared at the ceiling and breathed in deeply. This was going to be a disaster of epic proportions.
"Cassie, you haven't answered my question. Did you ask Dean to marry you?"
Castiel laughed. He leaned closer to Dean and batted his thick ebony lashes at him. "You want to get married, gorgeous?"
"Hell yeah" Dean hiccupped again.
Gabriel rocketed up from his seat. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are having a wedding after all!"
The guests stared at him as if he'd grown an extra head. Zar was able to pay a New Jersey judge to marry Dean and Castiel after hours. The balding man, who resembled Zachariah stood up and walked to the front of the ballroom.
Gabe whipped up a bouquet and started walking down the aisle. Zar pushed the grooms in front of him. The idiots giggled their way down the aisle. The harpist surprised Dean, when she started playing Led Zeppelin's "The Ocean". "Rock on, lady!" He played air guitar before holding on to Castiel's hand.
The couple finally arrived at the makeshift altar. Zachariah's doppelganger stood behind an antique table. He said some stuff that flew over the couple's head. He narrowed his eyes at Cas and Dean. "Are they drunk? I can't marry them in that condition."
Zar sidled next to the judge. "Now listen up, Zachy boy. I paid you a lot of mula to marry these idiots. So who cares if they're hammered? They are crazy about each other and even filled out and signed a civil union application a month in advance."
"I need to see ID and their social security cards before continuing."
Gabriel scavenged for the dumb asses wallets and found them. He handed them over to the judge. "Oh and here are their birth certificates!"
"Alright I have a copy of the application and everything matches. We may proceed. I gather you two will serve as witnesses."
"Hellz yeah!" Gabriel bellowed. Balthazar nodded.
Castiel scooped a tiger lily in his hand and smelled it. "You're so pretty," he whispered at the flower. He laughed. Dean chuckled and hiccupped. The judge was running out of patience. Dean turned towards the harp player. "Lady, do you know Ramble On?"
Gabriel promised Dean the harpist would play his request after the ceremony. The judge cleared his throat. Gabe and Balthazar signed the certificate. Zar held Castiel as he signed the document. It took Dean three minutes to put his John Hancock on paper. The judge turned to Balthazar. "The license will be ready in three days."
"Thank you, your honor." Zar handed the man an envelope which held $5,000.00.
"Congrats, kids…you're hitched!" Gabriel hugged the newlyweds. Dean winked at the harpist, who started playing "Ramble On". He cupped Castiel's face and kissed him longingly. The guests applauded.
Gabriel reminded the guests to throw rice on the newlyweds as they traipsed clumsily down the aisle. The quartet exited the resort. Zar hailed a taxi. He shoved Dean and Castiel inside the backseat. Balthazar turned to Gabriel. "These two better remain married. All of this cost me a fortune."
Gabriel trailed a finger down Zar's neck. "I will totally make it up to you later, big boy."
"You better"
The taxi pulled up at Prohibition, Atlantic City's first casino gay bar. Now it was a 1920's inspired club. The bouncer ushered them inside. Music blasted from the state of the art speaker system. The club's host, who donned an authentic Al Capone outfit, escorted them to the VIP section. Balthazar ordered a bottle of champagne to celebrate Dean and Castiel's nuptials. A cute waiter in his early twenties brought the chilled champagne and four flutes. "What are we celebrating tonight?"
His eyes landed on Cas and Dean. "Oh my Gaga! You're Dean and Castiel from Boy Robot! My BF and I were raised watching reruns."
The drunken actors waved at the waiter. Dean sat on Cas' lap. "Are you two a couple?" The waiter asked.
"Actually they got married less than an hour ago," Gabe piped in.
"Congratulations! You're like the most gorgeous couple ever. The champagne's on the house! My name is Alfie, BTW. Holler if you need anything. I'll be back in a few." He smiled at all of them and descended the stairs.
Alfie sauntered over to the DJ's booth and whispered in the man's ear. The DJ smiled and nodded. "Guys and dolls we have celebs in da house tonight! Dean Winchester and Castiel Milton from the Disney classic Boy Robot and the upcoming Halos and Blood are here celebrating their recent nuptials!" The crowd of two hundred went wild. "This one's for you, Dean!" The DJ played Creedence Clearwater Revival's "Bad Moon Rising".
Dean gulped down his champagne and grabbed his husband by the hand. He led him down the stairs and into the dance floor. They danced and hopped around. Balthazar shook his head. "Gab Gab, maybe we should leave for Europe tomorrow. When those two find out what we did, we're toast. Right now they're out of it but, when they wake up tomorrow; they're going to lynch us."
"Ye of little faith…those two will be livid but deep inside they will be happy as clams that we got them leg shackled." Gabe sat on Zar's lap. He kissed his boyfriend's jaw. "You'll see."
"I thought part of the original plan was to get them tipsy not smashed."
"I planted the seed in Dean's head that it would be a good idea for the two of them to have a couple of drinks before the wedding. You know Dean he always does things in excess."
"True," Balthy said.
The newlyweds returned two songs later. Gabe ordered a round of Cosmos. Alfie returned ten minutes later with a small chocolate mousse cake. It had two GI Joes on top. "Once again congrats!"
Gabe took pictures with his IPhone of the newlyweds cutting the cake. Dean fed Cas and vice versa. Zar ordered the last round. They quartet drank Purple Nurples since the drink was one of Dean's favorite. Alfie helped Zar and Gabe drag the plastered couple inside a taxi. Dean and Cas could barely walk.
Balthazar handed Alfie a hundred dollar bill. Alfie smiled widely. "Thanks, mister. I'm going to spread word around for my friends to watch Halos and Blood."
"You do that, kid."
Castiel's room was the closest to the elevator so Gabriel and Balthy tossed the drunken idiots on the queen size mattress. Cas and Dean giggled their good nights. Zar shook his head. He wasn't anticipating tomorrow's fireworks. Fortunately, the boys didn't have any planned engagements until the day after.
Dean crawled his way over to Cas on the bed. The mattress dipped. "I've been waiting all night for this."
Castiel pulled Dean's tie; dragging his hubby closer to him. The Winchester's body covered his entirely. Cas spread his legs open as he dug his sock clad feet into the mattress. Dean helped him remove his jacket, tie and shirt. Their motor skills had flown out the window; so it took them fifteen minutes to get fully undressed. At first Dean clumsily kissed his husband. Cas cupped Dean's jaw and slid his tongue inside the other man's moist and velvety mouth. They made out for a while. It had been an eternity since they kissed this way.
Dean slid his thighs in between Cas'. Their torsos rubbed against each other as their kissing intensified. Dean ran his nails across Castiel's back. The blue eyed man groaned as their cocks rubbed together. "Dean, fuck me now!"
Castiel spread his thighs for Dean. "God you have no idea how fucking hot you look right now all spread open for me." Dean's eyes were a dark brown at the moment. Cas sat up and kissed him hard. His hand covered Dean's swollen shaft and smeared pre-cum over it.
"Open your mouth," Dean ordered.
Castiel swiftly obeyed. Dean placed three fingers inside. Cas sucked each digit and swirled his tongue around every single tip. Dean moaned. "That's enough, baby. I'm going to come before the good stuff happens." Cas released Dean's fingers with a wet pop.
His hands caressed Dean's torso as his husband inserted the three wet fingers inside Cas' puckered hole. Castiel winced a little but immediately relaxed. Dean peppered kisses along his neck. Cas encircled his legs around Dean's tapered waist. "Hurry the fuck up!"
Dean laughed at Castiel's impatience. He held on to Cas' hipbones and entered him slowly. Their foreheads touched as Dean waited for Castiel to accept him. The sole of Cas' feet dug in deeply into Dean's hard butt cheeks. "I want more of you," Castiel whispered huskily. Dean lost control. He began thrusting deep into Castiel, who groaned louder.
"You feel so damn good," Dean mouthed in Castiel's jaw. He bit the stubbled skin hard. "Now you'll always be my petite pomme. No one else will take a bite out of you."
Cas' feet pushed Dean deeper in him. His hands clung to Dean's slick shoulders. Their perspiring skin slid deliciously against each other. Dean was close to orgasm. He came as he saw Castiel lay his head against a pillow and scream out his name. Their semen splattered over their thighs and torsos. Dean kissed Castiel passionately before wrapping his arms around him. The two of them fell asleep rapidly.
Sun filtering through the bedroom's blinds woke Dean up. His head spun as he tried opening his eyes. The light bothered him. He felt something in his mouth. Dean opened blood shot eyes and realized a toe was inside his mouth. "What the fuck?" He gingerly removed it from his mouth. His mouth felt as if it was stuffed with cotton and his breath was karate kicking.
Dean sat on the mattress and held his head. The room was spinning. He inhaled and exhaled. His eyes travelled down the bed to see whose toe he fell asleep sucking. Dean turned white as a ghost, when his eyes landed on a slumbering Castiel. Drool trailed down Cas' jaw. Dean panicked as he started remembering certain parts of last night.
He jumped out of the bed and walked slowly to the room's antique wood desk. Bile rose up his throat. Dean held in his hand a marriage certificate signed by him and Castiel. He hauled ass to the bathroom.