A/N: Thanks to my readers whoever you are - this is just a fun little project of mine. I'm glad that some of you like it too. The scene at the end is one of my favorite silly Dean moments from the tv series (although he was with Sam at the time).

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction using characters from the Supernatural universe. I do not claim any ownership. This work is solely for entertainment purposes and is not considered film or tv canon (not by a long shot).

Dean watched Castiel struggle with the door keycard for a moment before taking it from him and smoothly sliding it into the reader and pulling it out. The indicator light flashed green and Dean opened the door. He grinned and held open the door for Castiel who walked past him shaking his head.

"I miss keys."

Dean chuckled and closed the door. Castiel paused at a side table in the entry way to look over his mail. Dean wandered into the hotel room proper and looked around with wide eyes. Castiel smiled while sorting out envelopes.

"Are you impressed, Dean?"

Dean closed his mouth which had fallen slightly open in disbelief at the size of the suite. It was bigger than any house he'd ever lived in – and far more opulently decorated. At Castiel's voice, he fell back into the street-wise punk persona and snorted.

"Are you kidding me, Cas? I come here all the time – ya know, as a matter of fact they do rent this room by the hour!" Dean joked as Castiel walked past him to a desk near the balcony.

"Of course they do, Dean," he said with a smile.

Dean walked out onto the balcony and let out a low whistle. The night air was refreshing and he inhaled deeply. "Wow ... Cas, this is an awesome view! I bet you can see all the way to the ocean from here!" Dean remarked. He walked back into the room.

"I will take your word for it, Dean ... I do not venture out there."

Dean frowned. "Why not?"

"I am afraid of heights," Castiel said. His eyes dared Dean to make fun.

"Dude ... you're named after an angel and you're scared of heights?" Dean shook his head with a laugh. "Why do you get the penthouse then?"

"It is the best," Castiel said as if this were obvious. He gave a mischievous smile. "I've looked everywhere for a penthouse on the first floor, but I cannot find one."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Dude, stick with the day job." Taking off Castiel's coat, Dean walked around the small living area looking at all the very expensive furniture. He guessed what Castiel would be paying for this room for the week would pay Sammy's tuition for a semester. He sighed. Oh well, work to be done. "So ... Cas ... now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?"

Castiel looked up from his laptop. "I do not know precisely, Dean. I didn't exactly plan this." He sat back in his chair and watched the handsome young man sauntering through his hotel room. Dean paused and looked over at him. Castiel felt his heart stutter when the hazel eyes met his. In the light of the room, Castiel could better make out Dean's features. Lightly tanned skin ... dark blonde hair and a rather toned and muscled body shown off by his unbuttoned shirt – Castiel swallowed.

Dean smiled, knowing Castiel was checking him out. "Do you plan everything, Cas?"

"Yes, I do, Dean," Castiel replied.

Dean pulled a chair out and straddled it. "Yeah, me too – you know, nah, I don't really. I'm more of a ... fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kinda guy. You know – moment to moment -" Dean's voice faded at the blank expression on Castiel's face. He bit his lower lip then looked at Castiel again. "You know, you could pay me – maybe that'll break the ice?"

Castiel blinked and nodded. "Of course, Dean, I'm sorry," he pulled his wallet from the interior of his suit jacket. "I assume cash is acceptable?"

Dean huffed a laugh. "Cash works for me, dude!"

Dean perched on the edge of Castiel's desk and took the hundred from him with a shy smile that usually got him a nice tip at the end of the evening. Castiel blushed while Dean folded the bill and pushed it into his jeans pocket. Castiel regarded Dean for a moment, then looked pointedly at where Dean sat. "You're on my flash drive."

Dean's eyes glinted. "Never been on one of those before," he said slyly. Leaning over, Dean lifted one hip up from the desk but he did not stand.

Castiel's blush deepened but he chuckled. "You are ... amusing, Dean." Reaching under Dean's hip, he pulled out the small drive. He couldn't ignore the feeling of his knuckles brushing against Dean's buttock. Dean winked and Castiel rolled his eyes as he leaned back.

"Ok, let's see here ... " Dean reached into his other pocket and pulled out the tools of his trade. He held up a fan of small plastic packages. "You got your choice, man ... I got red, green and yellow ... looks like I'm outta purple but I got one of these -" Dean held up a round gold foil package with a flourish and a wiggle of eyebrows. "One circle coin, the condom of champions ... nothin' is gettin' through this sucker!"

Castiel regarded the condoms with a stunned expression and wondered if his face could possibly get more hot. He cleared his throat nervously and met Dean's gaze with wide blue eyes. "Qu – quite a buffet of safety, Dean ..."

Dean chuckled and shrugged. "Yeah, well, I'm a safe kinda guy, Cas." For someone who'd purchased him for an hour, Dean had never seen anyone less enthusiastic about actually sleeping with him. "Ok? Lemme get one of these on ya and we can -"

Dean broke off as Castiel pulled away abruptly. "Uh ... um, no, Dean. I mean ... can – can we just talk for a while?"

Talk? Dean wondered. What the hell is up with this guy?

Out loud, he said, "Uh, sure, Cas – so ... you in town for business or pleasure?"

Castiel stood and took off his coat and carefully draped it over a chair. Turning to walk into the living area he sighed. "Business ... I think."

Dean swung himself off the desk to follow. "Business you think." God, this was going to be a hard hundred. Castiel sat in one of the oversize chairs and Dean sat in front of him on the ottoman. "Lemmee guess ... you're a lawyer."

"A lawyer?" Castiel said curiously. "Why would you think that?"

Dean grinned. "You've got that, I dunno," he snapped his fingers as he searched for the right descriptive words. "That sharp, useless look about you."

Castiel laughed and Dean found himself liking the sound. "I wouldn't want to assume, Dean, but have you known a lot of lawyers?"

"Cas baby, I've known a lotta everybody ..." Dean purred. The doorbell to the suite rang and both men stood. "Whoa – who the hell is that?"

Castiel was trying to ignore how close their faces were and how good Dean smelled. He cleared his throat again and said, "I assume it's the champagne, Dean."

"Cool ... I'll just make myself useful," Dean turned and found himself face to face with Castiel. He stared into the impossibly cornflower blue eyes and let his eyes travel down the sharply dressed body. "Take a load off, Cas."

Dean walked over to the door and opened it to a bellhop holding a silver tray. He grinned at the man and stepped aside to allow him to enter. He looked over at Castiel, missing the way the bellhop's eyes traveled over him, taking in the tight jeans and revealing shirt.

"Where ya want it, Cas?"

Castiel gestured. "By the bar is fine."

Dean followed the bellhop over and moved back to allow the man to leave after he'd placed the tray on the counter. The bellhop stepped back and said, "It will be on your statement, Mr. Novak."

Castiel nodded. Dean stood, his attention torn between the bellhop, who hadn't moved and the strawberries he could smell on the tray. When he realized the man was looking at him expectantly, Dean frowned and then glared. "What are you lookin' at, man? See somethin' you like, sport?" Dean said acerbically.

Castiel got up and walked over to the uncomfortable bellhop. He handed him a small bill and thanked him ... the man all but ran out of the suite.

Dean winced. "Ah damn ... tip. Missed that one ..."

"It is of no matter, Dean." Castiel said, moving to open the champagne.

Dean sighed. "Hey, you mind if I kick off the boots?"

"Not at all."

Dean sat down on the steps leading to a slightly sunken seating area and pulled off his work boots. Since he was on his feet a lot, Dean was very conscientious about keeping his boots clean and fresh smelling. Few things were less conducive to a good lay than sweaty, smelly feet. Dean tugged his socks off and sighed as he worked his toes through the soft carpeting.

"So Cas ... you gotta wife, girlfriend? Boyfriend?" Dean asked over his shoulder.

"I have never been married but my ex-girlfriend, Meg, is in New York moving out of my apartment as we speak," Cas said quietly as he poured a glass of champagne.

Dean jumped up and perched on one of the barstools. He took the glass that was offered. "You ever had a boyfriend Cas? Cuz ..." Dean gestured up and down his own torso.

Castiel's lips quirked. "My sexual encounters have included men, yes, Dean."

Dean gave a smothered laugh and reached for one of the strawberries. Castiel stopped him. When Dean frowned, Castiel gestured to the glass. "Drink before strawberries, Dean - the berries bring out the flavor in the champagne."

"Oh ... cool," Dean proceeded to drain the glass while Castiel watched. He sighed. Dean was anything but refined. Still, it was enjoyable to watch the young man take a bite out of a strawberry and see the resultant expression of pleasure at the sweetness. "Wow ... that's awesome ... "

Dean looked at Castiel expectantly. When the man did not pour himself a drink, Dean frowned. "Uh, Cas? You don't drink?"

"No."

Dean grinned. "Look, dude, I really appreciate the whole seduction scene an' all – man, those berries are good – but here's a tip: I'm a sure thing."

Castiel blushed but he smiled. "Yes, Dean, I am aware."

"Well, I'm on an hourly rate – can we get a move on?"

Castiel's eyes narrowed and Dean wondered briefly if he'd just screwed himself. Instead, Castiel regarded him closely. "I feel that the issue of time is of primary concern for you. I would like to deal with this right now."

Dean grinned again – he stood, putting down the glass. "Great – let's get started!"

Castiel crossed his arms and took a step back. Dean suddenly saw the businessman that had been hiding behind the shy nervousness. "How much would you require for the entire night?"

"Uh .. to stay here?" Dean asked, caught off guard. He smirked. "You ... yeah, you can't afford that, man."

"Try me."

Dean met Castiel's eyes. If the guy wanted a straight answer, Dean was going to oblige. "Three hundred dollars."

Castiel nodded. "Done – now we can relax."

Dean blinked as Castiel took his glass. He hadn't been expecting the deal to conclude without some sort of negotiation. Dean's brain was still trying to process that he'd just made four hundred dollars and he was still dressed.

After another glass of champagne and a few more strawberries, Dean headed to the bathroom. It wasn't easy since he didn't carry the purse that most female hookers did, but Dean tried to keep the necessities on hand. Condoms, lube, lip gloss, and something he could not do without when he was working. Dean went to the bathroom and pushed the door to as he called out, "Hey, that champagne kinda went to my head. I'll be out in a sec."

Castiel heard Dean's voice from the direction of the bathroom but he didn't understand what he'd said so he went over and pushed the door open. "I'm sorry, Dean, what did you say?"

Dean whipped around with a broad smile, his hand clenched behind his back. "Damn it, Cas ... give me a heart attack why don'tcha? I, uh – I'll be out in a sec."

Castiel frowned. He could see Dean's hand clenched around something reflected in the sink mirror. "What do you have behind your back, Dean?"

Dean blushed. "Nothin'."

Castiel's expression went flat and angry. He was angry mostly with himself. "Fine. I do not want drugs here, Dean – that is not ... please just take your money and go."

"Drugs? Dude, I don't do drugs ... get drunk occasionally, but -" Dean protested.

"Then what is this -" Castiel asked as he jerked Dean's arm around.

Dean winced. "Ow, dude! Leggo ..."

Castiel stared down at Dean's open hand. In it lay a small foil and plastic packet – the sort that usually held mini-toothbrushes. He plucked the packet from Dean's palm, examining it as though he'd just found a diamond.

"This is ... this is a toothbrush, Dean," Castiel said, a note of wonder in his voice.

Dean snatched it back, his blush reaching his hairline. "Yeah, so? I ate all them damn strawberries ... the seeds'll – my mom taught me to take care of my teeth an' gums. Happy now?" Dean wouldn't look up.

Castiel was caught between the urge to laugh out loud and stunned silence. He opted for a polite apology. "I am sorry, Dean. Please ... um, please continue." He gestured to the sink and Dean turned his back.

"Thanks," he grumbled. When Castiel did not leave immediately, Dean glanced over. "You gonna watch, man?"

"No ... it's just ... it's just that very few people surprise me, Dean," Castiel said softly.

Dean met his eyes at that. "Yeah? You're lucky – most of 'em shock the hell outta me." He turned back to the sink and then paused. "Dude!"

"I am leaving," Castiel said with a faint smile. He pulled the door shut behind him.

Not long after, Castiel looked up at an odd sound. He crept closer to the bathroom trying to identify it and realized it was gargling. Unable to stop himself, Castiel pushed open the door and watched with a raised eyebrow as Dean stood, head thrown back. He held a glass with a sliver of mouthwash in it – standard hotel amenity. Dean's eyes tracked over to Castiel and he grinned broadly while still gargling. Castiel's laugh echoed off the bathroom tiles.