"So, who was tall dark and handsome last night?" Doris asked, raising a painted-on eyebrow and wiping up the counter as the sun shone through the windows.

Dean cleared his throat, irritability pricking him up. Why did everyone have to keep bringing him up? "Uh... he said his name was Emmanuel...or something, I don't know," Dean tried nonchalantly.

"Uh huh," the ugly stepsister snickered, looking skeptical, "I'm sure you don't remember his name, after the way ya looked at him!"

Dean tried his hardest not to blush, scowling back at them. "Shut up! No way! He was just another customer. A volcano in bed, mind you, but still, just a customer."

Mabel came around. "Was it just me, or did he look awful familiar? Like I seen him some place!" Doris nodded. "You know, he did... I just can't place it, though..."

Back at the castle, Castiel was getting ready to go out into town.

"Uhh, m'lord Highness?" A voice said from behind him. He turned. "Yes, Thelonius?" Castiel asked the guard/royal executioner. "Uhhh, his Royal Highness the King would like to speak to you, m'lord, sir." Cas frowned, but nodded.

When he found Zachariah, the King looked rather suspicious. "Sit, Castiel," he said, so Cas did.

"Where did you go last night?" Cas paled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." "Don't play dumb with me, boy! The guards informed me of your departure, late last night!"

Cas cringed. He had to think fast.

"I was helping Red Riding Hood with something," he said. There. At least some of it was true.

Zachariah narrowed his eyes at him. "Are you telling the truth?" Cas nodded. "Hmm... I won't tell you mother about this. I trust you," he said, emphasizing the word trust as if challenging Cas to defy it, "But if you give me reason not to, I will tell. And you don't want that."

Cas shook his head. "Good. You may go." So he got up and left.

That night, he knew he had to be even more covert if he was to pull this off. He went out the back way, and decided to take the walk on foot instead of risking being spotted by the stables. So he set off into the woods toward The Poison Apple, taking another drink from the potion to once again conceal his secret.

Up from the highest tower in the castle, Zachariah settled his lips in a thin, firm line as he watched Castiel go. "Follow him," he told Thelonius, who answered with a swift, "Yes, m'lord."

Dean wiped his hands with a towel. He had just gotten through with the Headless Horseman, which had been... an experience. But hey- he was 200 gold richer, so he wasn't complaining.

Just then, he turned, and saw a flash of a cloak. A cloak he recognized. The man ordered a drink, this time drinking it down with more caution than last night.

"Emmanuel," Dean said, as confidently as he could muster, "Come back for more?" he asked, flashing a winning grin. Wasting no time in contrast with last night, Cas nodded. "Actually, yes," his previous night's lover replied. Dean felt himself stir, and bit his lip. "Well. Lead the way." Cas smiled, and they went to the back room.

"Dean," Cas mumbled, wasting no time in unbuttoning the young man's shirt. The Prince was overwhelmed with charging feelings, hormones, emotions...

"Emmanuel..." Dean couldn't help but moan, grinding his hips up against Cas'.

Cas wished with all his heart he could tell Dean his real name, just to hear him utter it, but he knew he couldn't. He couldn't get discovered.

Cas stripped Dean down, and Dean slowly and skillfully worked Cas' clothes off too, managing to make him shudder through it all. "You're so good at this, Dean," Cas mumbled. Dean grinned. "Well, yeah. I'd be a pretty terrible call boy if I wasn't." Cas grinned back.

He felt like he didn't have to be Prince Castiel when he was here, with Dean. He could just relax, and enjoy himself without having to worry about anything. Cas mimicked what Dean had done the night before, and licked his fingers, slipping them into him.

"Oh, man," Dean groaned. "Dean," Cas murmured, leaning his head back as he then replaced his fingers with his cock, and thrust in. He thrust in steady intervals, as Dean writhed beneath him. The pleasure was sparking all the way down to his fingertips, where they were gripping Cas' forearms.

He was turned on, and so horny for Cas, and after mere minutes, Dean was coming all over himself with Cas once again coming inside of him.

There was silence as they lay together on the mattress. Normally, Dean would be up by now, collecting his money and turning over for the next guest, but...

It was weird. This, Emmanuel, was magnetic. And gorgeous.

"Hey," Dean mumbled, feeling a sudden rush of guilt and humanity, "last night... I charged you way more than I should have. I... I'm sorry. That was a lousy thing to do." Cas looked at him for a moment.

"It's alright... I really don't care," the brunette said, raising his eyebrows thoughtfully. "I come from somewhere... where money, riches, wealth... it's all taken for granted. I have so many ridiculous responsibilities...it's overwhelming."

Dean stared at him, pondering how mysterious this guy was. "Well…why don't you just... leave it, then? I'm sure people can deal with themselves without you around, right?"

Cas chuckled at this. "That's not necessarily the case. In fact, quite the opposite." Dean was confused by this, but Cas changed the focus. "What about you- do you have something that you just hate about your life?" Dean huffed. "Where do I start?" But he knew Cas meant it genuinely.

Dean froze. Yes. Yes, he did. But it was too painful. Way too painful to tell anyone.

"Nah, I'm a free wheeler. I'm livin' the dream, getting laid left, right and center. Got no mileage on my worry OD," he grinned, although he really wanted to tell him the truth. He needed to tell someone.

About his childhood, how he got here... But he didn't. He couldn't.

"Oh. You're very lucky. I guess you wouldn't have anything to worry about- not acceptance wise, that is. You're beautiful," he mumbled, shyly looking away. Dean's heart lurched at this, and Cas looked back at him through those affectionate blue eyes.

"Goodnight, Dean," he said, a little more somberly this time, but still smiling as he handed the gold over. Dean put his hand up. "No- no, keep it. You paid me twice last night," Dean said, looking down. "Dean- I insist." Dean stared for a long time, then reluctantly took the money, and Castiel bid him good night. "Yeah...night," Dean replied softly.

He stared at the dirty floor. He thought of how his life used to be- his dad coming home, him and his brother- oh, little Sammy- happy to see him. Their mom hugging him, all of them setting the table in their quaint little cottage in the woods.

Then one day, their dad was recruited to fight in the battle of Duloc, and he never came home. After that, what happened to his family...

He squeezed his eyes shut, palming his fists over his eyes to rub them. His breath came out in short, shallow puffs, and he felt lightheaded. He had to calm down- now was not the time for a panic attack. Stop thinking about them... stop.

His breath evened out.

This was so stupid. He was an emotional wreck around Emmanuel. He hadn't thought about his family for ages, and now, this guy was bringing back memories of what it was like to live normally.

Whatever happened to Mr. Promiscuous? Dean was losing himself over some rich guy with a stack of problems himself- not what he needed. But he wished he would come back... he just couldn't explain the effect.

Castiel went back home, feeling comfortably satisfied, and happy with his secretive nightly excursions. He walked in through the secret door he'd been using, and went in, checking behind him. Nobody there. He exhaled, adrenaline and paranoia coursing through his veins.

Just as he turned, he jumped, startled to find his mother and father waiting there, pointed looks on their faces. As a result of the scare, he dropped the bottle of Happily Ever After he had been concealing, letting it smash to the ground with little wisps of blue magic weaving free.

"Hello, Castiel," Zachariah said, grinding his teeth into a smile as if doing everything to maintain civility.