Dean wandered around, dressed in his usual knee high boots, drawstring pants, and loose white button up. His hair was ruffled, and he left it that way because it was just part of his natural allure.

He scanned the room, stopping to lay eyes on Maleficent. He smiled suggestively at her. She was pretty hot, at least- maybe she'd want some company tonight.

Just as he was about to saunter over and ask, someone walked through the door. It was a man in a cloak, and he didn't take it off when he got in, he actually pulled it tighter, which intrigued Dean.

He sat down over by the corner, and his head tilted up a little bit, seemingly scanning the place with a newcomer's unease. New villain, maybe.

The man suddenly looked up fully, removing his hood to reveal his face. Dean's breath caught…then he blushed.

Wait- what? He shook it off. Dean didn't blush- he hadn't even blushed when Goldilocks had begged him to go down on her! But this guy was… frustratingly perfect-looking…

Cas looked across the tables at the wooden board hanging, lopsided, at the front of the tavern behind the bar. He squinted to make out the carvings of the different drinks they offered, since he had never really had strong alcohol before, only at proper dinners and such. He settled on something that sounded really exciting.

A man with a short brown beard and a flat, black cap came around. "Evenin,' brotha. Whatever can I get you?" He had a southern, Louisianan accent. Cas cleared his throat. "Um... a... Magic Mirror sounds good," he said, in a gruff voice so the man would think he was a villain too.

The server raised his eyebrows, and gave a low whistle. "That one sure packs a load of a punch. You must be used to drinking." With that, he swiftly went off to fill the order.

Dean watched the man order a drink, and when it came, he watched him bring it to his lips, the look of pure surprise on his face priceless as he gulped the hard liquor down too fast.

Dean went over, making sure to flex his muscles a little, just in case the guy liked that kind of thing. He couldn't have been any older than Dean...

He approached the table, smirking.

"Hey there. Having a rough night?" He asked, nodding toward the quickly emptied mug. The man shook his head slowly, and Dean pressed further. "Do you... want to have a rough night?"

"What do you mean?" The stranger asked, giving the most endearing squint and tilting his head a little. Dean chuckled a little, and sat on the edge of the table. "You know... go to the back, have some sex...?"

The guy went beet red immediately, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh... I d-don't know." Dean stared at his deep blue eyes, fluttering nervously, his dark, ruffled hair a bit of a mess from the weather.

He didn't know who he was, but he looked rich at least, judging by the fine silk material his cloak was made out of, and his form fitting brown vest over shirt. Dean knew if he could get this one guy, he could meet his nightly quota. Guess he got lucky tonight.

"Come on," Dean said, seductively moving closer and trailing a finger down the guy's sculpted chest, "You'll have the time of your life... trust me."

The young man looked hesitant.

Castiel was nervous. This prostitute was very attractive, but he had never... well...

Dean seemed to pick up on this. "Don't tell me you've never done the deed," the guy with sandy brown hair and light freckles said. Cas fidgeted. "I have never had the occasion."

Dean couldn't help but wonder how that was possible for a pretty boy like this.

"Well, I've an idea," he said in a low voice, looking around for effect, then leaning in, "How's about we go and give it a try? It's lots of fun. My name's Dean, by the way," he said, licking his lips in a way that made Castiel uncomfortable.

Cas introduced himself. "I'm C-" he caught himself before he revealed his identity as Prince, "Um... my name is... Emmanuel." Dean stared at him curiously through the most beautiful green eyes Castiel had ever seen, then nodded.

"Follow me, Emmanuel," he said, "I'll start slow, maybe suck you off first... then I'll let you do whatever you want with me, okay? That sound good?" Cas' mouth was dry, heat rushing to his cheeks at what Dean was saying. It was all very blunt, and Cas wasn't used to those kinds of words.

But he found himself nodding, getting up to follow Dean. His stomach churned, and he felt a sick, burning feeling in the pit of it. The recurring thought came to him again- maybe this wasn't such a good idea...

Dean led him into the back room, not before Doris could give an appreciative cluck of her tongue as she eyed Cas, and Dean locked the door.

"How do you want me, Emmanuel?" Dean asked, in a husky voice that made Cas interestingly tingly. He swallowed.

Castiel didn't answer, he just couldn't, since he was too preoccupied with his feelings, so Dean just went up to him, grabbing him by his collar and yanked him close into a spectacular open-mouthed kiss.

Cas moaned into Dean's mouth, and he felt himself hardening in his pants. Yes, he had touched himself before, to experiment with sexuality, but that was more routine than this... this was everything put together- the sweet smell of Dean, the adrenaline coursing through his body, going right down to his cock... it was sensually overwhelming.

With a wicked grin, Dean knelt down in front of Cas, pulling on the strings of his pants and letting them pool around his ankles.

Dean stopped short. Man... this guy was huge! He wasn't used to such nicely endowed people around here... it would be a good change.

He reached forward, and gripped Castiel's manhood tightly, tugging it a little to get the blood flowing down there.

He brought his hands up to squeeze Cas' balls, clutching them momentarily before going back to his dick. Castiel's hesitant hands drifted down on impulse, not before pausing above Dean's head, then he laced his fingers through Dean's short locks, tugging gently in urgency.

As Dean worked, he felt himself get harder than he'd willingly been in a really long time. This guy... was doing something to him.

Dean brought his lips down around Castiel's cock, and closed them, sucking gently on him. Cas' eyes slid shut, and he had to brace himself against the hard stone wall so that his knees wouldn't give out. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before.

Dean bobbed his head up and down as his tongue traced the curves and length of him, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked particularly hard, and Cas once again buried his hands in Dean's hair. "Oh..." he whispered. Dean felt his pants tighten even more, almost painfully, and knew he had to hurry it up and get this guy off before he started palming his bulge or he came himself.

Dean hummed around it, deep-throating Cas as far as he could go, even choking a little on it. He swallowed him down. "D-Dean," Cas mumbled, "Dean... Dean! D-DEAN!" Cas came with a cry in Dean's mouth, and the young man on the floor swallowed it all.

After a moment of breathless panting, Cas spoke. "You are... immensely good at that..." Dean grinned, licking his shiny, cum-slicked lips. "I'm a natural at sucking cock. I've been told it's just my full, thick lips," he said playfully, and Cas groaned involuntarily.

He stood Dean up. "I want to be able to give you the same pleasure," he said in a rough, gravelly voice, and Dean had to keep himself from moaning as well in abandon, from losing his cool, professional attitude.

"Whatever you want," he nodded. Cas laid Dean down on the old mattress, and turned him around, positioning himself at Dean's entrance.

What? Dean thought, Wow, he's really going for it. I'd have pegged him for the submissive type, but hey- who am I to judge?

Since he was sure the guy had no idea what to do, due to the awkward pause, Dean put two of Cas' fingers into his mouth, sucking gently on them to get them wet. When they were good and coated, he guided them to his ass, where Cas slowly inserted them in.

"Oh," Cas mumbled, and Dean shoved his ass back against him, arching his back so Cas could have a full view and easy access.

"Oh..." Cas breathed, reeling from the sight of Dean's hot body, and gave an experimental crook of his fingers, aroused beyond belief by the reaction that got. Dean moaned loudly. "Jesus, holy mother-" he whispered, trying to get a grip. "Am I hurting you?"

Dean let out a pained chuckle. "Trust me, pal- this is far from what I call pain."

Cas decided it was time to go in, and when he entered him, it was like nothing Dean had ever felt before. It was as if they were actually together together, sharing their bodies- Dean forgot for a moment that he turned tricks for a living, and that this was nothing but another job.

"Oh, god," Dean grunted, and Cas was starting to throb inside of the tight hole. "I'm not going to last much longer," Cas said, "Ah! I'm sorry…" "Not a problem," Dean gasped, attempting a wry grin. He was definitely more courteous to give warning than the others, that's for sure.

He suddenly hit Dean's prostate, and Dean cried out a little, his vision blurring. He was loving every minute of it, but fought to remember his role as power bottom, working himself back on Cas.

When Cas finally did come, Dean could feel it, hot and sticky inside of him, and he came too, hard. "Fffff-" he groaned, his toes curling, and Cas slumped against his sweaty, naked back as Dean breathed out.

"That was...amazing," Cas breathed, "I... I can't believe I've just done that." His head was whirling. Dean wanted to smile, wanted to kiss him more, wanted to do something more with him... but now that they were no longer doing it, the reality hit him-

Just a job, Winchester.

"Yeah... glad you had fun," Dean muttered, giving a faint smirk. Cas looked up at him, his hair obviously in the just-been-fucked style, and Dean pulled his pants back on. "That'll be..."

He paused, and thought for a second to himself. If this guy was super rich, which he looked like he was, he could milk it for all it's worth. "400," he said, grinning to himself. The guy wouldn't know the difference, and he would get double what he usually charged. Cha-ching.

Cas thought nothing of it as he found his pants again, reaching into his pocket to get out his satchel of gold pieces. He sorted through it, then decidedly handed the whole sack over. "Thank you, Dean... for really making this special for me."

Dean's heart skipped a beat, and he almost felt guilty as he took it, but he just smiled. "Well, that's what I'm here for." Cas smiled, and got his clothes back on, nodding to him. "I hope to see you again," he said softly, glancing back, and Dean gave the usual coy wink.

When he was gone, Dean sat down on the mattress, feeling really, really... good. He had never been satisfied like that before... that guy was magical. He couldn't help feeling a little empty without him there anymore...

Dean scowled. You've never gotten sentimental with a client before, don't start now.

He thought for a while on that mattress, idly counting his gold like it didn't really matter.

Castiel got onto his white horse, putting the hood to his cloak back up. The rain had ceased, leaving the full moon out to shine brilliantly and cast a spooky sort-of glow over the woods.

That surely was an adventure- one that he would like to have again the next night.

Dean... Dean... the name was swirling around in his head. Yes, he was just a prostitute at a brothel full of dingy villains, but... he made Cas feel something. Like he wanted to stay for a long, long time.

The feeling stuck, and he thought deeply to himself as he galloped back to the palace.