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  Category:
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  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
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      Gabriel_(Supernatural), Michael_(Supernatural), Sam_Winchester, John
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      porn, like...porno_porn, how_do_i_even_porn, i_dont_know, wtf_is_going_on
      with_these_tags, Castiel_wears_glasses, Writer!Castiel, yes_I_made_Dean
      blond_in_this_one, Bisexual_Dean, Gay_Castiel
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      Published: 2015-07-06 Updated: 2016-10-20 Chapters: 7/? Words: 13647
****** These Words Are Knives That Often Leave Scarves ******
by toosigoosi
Summary
     Dean Winchester began working as a gay pornstar with Novak
     Entertainment when he was 17, barely legal and quickly sleeping his
     way to the top in only two years.. Castiel Novak, the youngest of the
     Novak family, only agreed to work one scene as a favor to his
     brother, Gabriel.
     What Cas hadn't planned on was being paired with the beautiful Dean
     Winchester, with his green eyes and perfect body.
     And he sure as hell hadn't planned on falling for him so hard and so
     easily.
     (Sometime when I writer, I writer this.)
     UPDATE FROM AUTHOR: Hey guys, so this fic has NOT been abandoned, I'm
     just now in college and only just found some inspiration to continue
     writing!
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     I'M EDITING AND REVISING THIS PIECE OF SHIT.
"Fuck, yeah...you like that, bitch?"
Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The cameras were staring straight at
him, shoved right in his face to catch his reactions as the nameless brute of a
man continued to pound into his ass. He forced out a moan, one that didn't
sound in anyway authentic, and shut his eyes. He clutched at the sheets beneath
him and pushed his ass back on the dick pushing in and out of his ass. He
hissed when he felt a hand slap at his ass, leaving behind a sharp sting.
"Answer me, you little slut," the man growled, gripping Dean's hips tighter as
he began thrusting faster. Small pants and moans were punched out of Dean
involuntarily as the man's cock hit against his prostate again and again. 
"Just like that..." Dean gasped, letting himself enjoy the sex once the cameras
moved around him to focus on the dick currently fucking his ass raw. "Aw, fuck
yes. Keep fucking me. Just like that. Don't stop." If Dean repeated it to
himself enough times, he could almost imagine he was back at his own apartment
and having sex with a regular one night stand from the Roadhouse.
"God," the man hissed. "Your hole is so tight. Shit, I'm gonna—"
"Don't cum inside of him, Derek," the director warned from where he sat in the
corner of the room. He was scrolling through his phone and glanced up once to
meet Derek's eyes to make his point. "On his face, on his back, or in his mouth
only. You know the rules."
"Of course I fucking know that, Gabe," Derek growled, continuing to pound into
Dean. Dean groaned, his voice hitching up as Derek hit his prostate again. He
already knew that the cameras had had to stop filming the moment Gabriel had
started speaking, and he knew every second Gabe went on was a second longer
they would have to go back to refilm and a second longer Dean would have to
continue faking like he enjoyed having some practical stranger fuck him like
rag doll.
Not that Dean was complaining about the sex itself; he couldn't deny that it
was exactly what he needed. Even when he was paired up with the burliest of
guys who would never dare bottoming for someone as small as Dean, he couldn't
honestly say he didn't enjoy having his hole pounded open as well as earning
money back. It was the inefficiency Dean hated—he hated that their director
always felt the need to speak during the filming, which in turn put them behind
schedule more often than not. Dean vividly remembered the occasion in which
Gabriel had talked for twenty minutes straight, all while Dean's scene partner
continued fucking him. 
"You can at least pretend that you're enjoying it a little bit, Deano," Gabriel
commented, looking away from Derek's face to meet Dean's eyes. He pouted, then
let out a chuckle when Dean yelped loudly as Derek hit his prostate. "There you
go. Just like that."
Fuck you, Dean thought to himself, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from
swearing out loud at Gabriel. 
Derek's hands tightened on Dean's hips as he forced Dean to stick his ass up in
the air. At this angle, Derek hit his prostate on almost every single thrust,
and Dean was practically crying by the time he finally came into one of Derek's
hands . It wasn't the hardest he'd ever come in his life, but he still over
exaggerated it, falling forward on his face and clutching at the bedsheets as
Derek continued tugging at his spent cock. He writhed on the end of Derek's
dick, riding back on it to get the guy to fucking cum already. 
"Shit, ah..." Derek moaned. Dean nearly sighed in relief as he felt Derek slip
out of him and roll Dean over onto his back. It didn't take much before Derek
was spilling all over Dean's face, most of his cum landing on his chin and neck
while only some of it landing anywhere near Dean's mouth. A camera was pushed
into Dean's face, the lens moving as it focused on the quickly drying come near
Dean's chin. True to form, Dean lifted a hand to his face and pushed some of
the cum near his lips into his mouth, moaning and shutting his eye as he
swallowed it. 
"God damn..." Derek breathed. One of his hands reached up to Dean's face and
collected a large dollop of cum on his thumb. He brought it down to Dean's lips
and forced it into his mouth. Dean licked it off his thumb, sighing and smiling
when Derek moaned. "Such a fucking a cumslut."
"Your cumslut," Dean giggled, staring straight at the camera rather than at
Derek. He blinked once, hoping the camera would catch how much his eyes had
dilated, then he sighed when he heard Gabriel finally say:  
"Cut."
The camera moved away from Dean's face as Gabriel began clapping.
"Nice work, boys," Gabe said as Dean sat up and accepted the damp and warm
towel that was handed to him by a random cameraman. He cleaned off the cum on
his face and neck as Derek stood up from the bed to wrap himself in a towel. He
walked across the room and began chatting up the cameramen and sound guys. Dean
covered his lap with a second towel as Gabriel came up behind him, slapping
Dean on the back and jolting him forward. 
"Especially nice work to you, Deano," Gabe said, laughing as Dean grumbled and
continued scrubbing his face. "Never seen you swallow on camera before. You're
going to send all of your fans into a sheer tizzy when this scene is
uploaded." 
"What the hell is wrong with you, Gabriel?" Dean snapped, turning around to
look at Gabriel. "You know we're going to have to refilm everything from when
you started speaking now, right?"
Gabe smiled widely then reached out his hand to snatch a sucker from a basket
carried by a nearby personal assistant. "You say that as if you didn't enjoy
the last hour and a half," he said, unwrapping the sucker and sticking it in
his mouth.
"I didn't," Dean said, narrowing his eyes and handing the soiled towel to
another PA who then scurried off.
Gabe brought a hand to his chest. "What? I thought you liked Derek," he
said, sounding partially scandalized. "At least it seemed as though you did,
with the way you were moaning like a common prostitute. You know I work
extremely hard to make sure all of the scene partners are perfect matches."
Gave smiled as Dean scowled at him. "Or at least, half-perfect matches."
"Just tell me when we're supposed to refilm," Dean said, standing up and
wrapping the towel around his waist entirely. "I have to get home soon to
Sammy, and I don't want to be here any later than I need to be."
"Calm down, green eyes," Gabe said. He pulled the sucker from his mouth and
tapped it against his bottom lip, leaving behind a bit of red and sticky
residue. "No refilming today. We're on a tight schedule, and I can't afford to
have a bunch of desperate and horny porno-watching freaks breaking down my door
because there hasn't been a new scene uploaded in three weeks." Gabriel smiled
as he stuck the sucker back into his mouth then clapped his hands together. "I
may have forgotten to tell you and the rest of the crew that this scene was
supposed to have premiered almost a week ago."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Can I go now?" he asked, crossing his arms over his
chest. Gabriel's smile grew wider and he nodded once. How is this company even
still running? Dean thought to himself, wincing at the slight soreness between
his legs as he began walking toward the bathroom extension of the room, ready
to shower and clean off all the dirt from the scene.
"I'll assume you'd be ready to film another scene within the next few days?"
Gabe asked from behind him. Dean froze, one hand reaching down to grab his
towel that had begun slipping down his hips. He sighed, his eyes tracking the
movement of the other people in the room. Derek was still chatting with the
cameramen and sound guys, occasionally sipping from a half-empty water bottle
that was probably filled with vodka. Numerous PA's were running about the room,
carrying towels and snacks trays and cleaning supplies. There was a man
carrying the large camera they'd used to film the scene.
Dean finally sighed. "Sure," he said over his shoulder. He adjusted his towel
then continued walking to the bathroom. "Sure, why not?"
One of these days I'll be able to leave this fucking place.
===============================================================================
 
Dean shook out his umbrella as he came to the door of his apartment. The rain
had begun some time while he was walking to the bus station, and a man waiting
on for the same bus had been nice enough to offer Dean his umbrella. Dean had
guessed by the way the man had looked him up, bitten his bottom lip slightly,
and trailed his finger along the back of Dean's hand when he'd handed over the
umbrella that he either thought Dean was an off-duty hooker or he'd recognized
Dean from his scenes online. Either way, Dean had been careful to sit away from
the man and get off at a stop two before his own.
Of course, that meant that Dean was drenched by the time he got back to his
apartment complex. He'd waved to the doorman and taken the elevator up to his
apartment's floor, glad he was alone so he could wring out his shirt of the
water. He walked down the hall, waving to one of his neighbors, and pulled out
his key to open the door. As he stuck his key in the lock, the door flew open,
startling Dean into nearly screaming.
"Dean!" Sam cried, rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Dean's middle.
A cough was punched out of Dean as he tried to keep from falling over. He
glanced over at the neighbor who'd been outside of her apartment and smiled
nervously. She smiled back before heading down the hallway to the elevators,
and Dean looked down at Sam. He rubbed Sam's head and laughed.
"Hey, Sammy. You're acting like you haven't seen me in forever," he said,
walking forward into their apartment. Sam let go of his midsection and rushed
to grab Dean's key from the lock. 
"You're home later than normal," Sam said, shutting the door and running past
Dean into the living room. He dived onto the couch and grabbed the remote to
unpause the show that was currently on the TV. Dean recognized it to be an
episode of Doctor Who. "I thought Gabriel was having you stay over to film a
scene or something. I thought you weren't going to be home until the asscrack
of the morning."
"Hey, watch your fucking language," Dean said, laughing as he dropped the
umbrella by the door. He took off his jacket and hung it up before walking over
to the kitchen, rifling through the cupboards for something to make for dinner.
"You make yourself dinner yet?"
Sam coughed nervously. "Well...not exactly...a proper dinner..." he said. As he
spoke, the doorbell rang. Dean glanced over his shoulder at Sam, who was
looking over the edge of the couch and brandishing the remote in case Dean
decided to suddenly attack him. "I may or may not have planned to use some of
the money you keep hidden in your room to buy a pizza for myself."
"You little bitch," Dean said, shutting the cupboard. The doorbell rang again
and Dean went to answer the door. He smiled when he heard Sam say, "Jerk," and
pulled out his wallet from his back pocket. He answered the door, handing the
teenager who looked about his age his two twenties as he took the pizza and box
of breadsticks from him. "Keep the change," he muttered before shutting the
door in the stunned kid's face.
"I guess there's no point in me preparing anything remotely healthy for
dinner," Dean said, turning around and walking to the living room. He set the
pizza box on the coffee table then went to grab a drink from the fridge. As he
did, Sam called out, "Can you grab me a beer too, Dean?"
"I mostly certainly cannot," Dean said, reaching into the fridge to grab an
unopened beer for himself and a Caprisun for Sam. "No way am I promoting
underage drinking."
"But Dean," Sam whined. "You're only nineteen."
Dean scoffed, shutting the fridge and went back to the couch. He fell into the
seat beside Sam and set the juice packet on the coffee table. "I've been
drinking ever since I was thirteen," he said. He opened the beer bottle with
his teeth and took a swig as the show continued playing on the TV. "I've got a
higher tolerance than most adults, so I'm exempt from the law." He took another
sip and glanced sideways to catch Sam put on 'Bitchface #237.'
"That's not how it works," Sam grumbled, snatching the Caprisun and a
breadstick from the box.
"Calm down," Dean said, bumping Sam's arm with his own. "Once you start working
and earning your keep around here, I'll let you have a sip of one of mine.
But only then."
Sam smiled and bit into his breadstick as Dean turned to watch the Tenth Doctor
and Rose stare up at the snow falling from the sky.
"Whatever you say, jerk," Sam muttered.
"Bitch," Dean said, sipping from his beer again.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Castiel pressed his fingers to his eyes and rubbed them behind his glasses. In
his other hand, he held his phone to his ear and internally groaned as his
brother kept chattering on the other side of the line. 
"You wouldn't believe the shit I have to deal with here," Gabriel complained.
Castiel could practically hear the overdramatic pout that was surely on his
brother's face. "Half of these boys think they're hot shit and act like they've
never obeyed an authority figure once in their life. The other half seems to be
direct descendants of the Devil himself. I swear, they're all lucky that they
have fans on the website, or else I would have kicked their asses to the curb
a long time ago. And don't even get me started on the jailbait twinks—"
"Gabriel," Castiel finally interrupted, rubbing his index finger into his
temple. "Not to sound like a complete prick, but I honestly do not care about
the antics of your life running a adult entertainment studio."
Gabriel tsked on the other side of the line. "You're such a prude sometimes,
Cassie. It's a gay porn film studio. And I would've thought you'd care at least
a little bit, Cassie, considering it is technically the family's gay porn film
studio," Gabriel said.
Castiel rolled his eyes and reached for the remote on the ottoman beside him.
He paused the episode of Game of Thrones he was currently watching and pulled
the blanket on his lap up to his neck. Castiel always hated when his brother
called. The calls always seemed to come in when he was watching a show or in
the middle of working on his novel. And the calls always went on longer than
"ten minutes, Cas, I promise." Castiel had been on the phone with his brother
now for nearly twenty minutes and most of the call had consisted of Gabe
complaining about his work.
"You just used the name 'Novak' as some kind of 'fuck you' to our parents,
Gabe," Castiel said.
"Only sort of true. Luci and Michelle started working for me almost immediately
after I started up. That was a huge 'fuck you' to our parents," Gabe said. He
sounded cocky that he'd managed to sway their other brothers, Lucifer and
Michael, into working with him. Of all four of Castiel's siblings, only his
twin sister Anna seemed the only other one sane enough to realize that working
with Gabriel and filming porn—not to mention gay porn—didn't make any sense.
"There's always room for you and Anna too, Cassie."
"So this is why you called me, I'm assume," Castiel said. "To try and recruit
me for you demented porn empire. Again."
"Hm...'Demented Porn Empire,'" Gabe said. "Sounds like a metal band."
"I'm hanging up now, Gabriel," Castiel sighed. 
"Okay, okay, fine," Gabe said. "I actually have a legitimate reason for why I
called you, Castiel."
"For once."
Gabe scoffed. "Well I wanted to tell you about this absolutely delicious boy I
had the opportunity to work with today," Gabe said. 
Castiel sighed loudly. This was also a regular occurrence—Gabriel mentioning
during his calls that he'd found the absolute perfect guy for Castiel during a
shoot. Despite the fact Castiel always turned down the offers of coffee or
dinner, no matter how nice the guys seemed, Gabe kept coming back with more and
more. It was worse considering that Castiel didn't believe his brother would
take it well if he blatantly told him he just did not want to date someone who
had sex in order to make a living.
"Oh?" Castiel said, completely uninterested.
"His name is Dean Winchester, and I swear if I weren't currently dating a
woman, I'd be all over his perfect little ass," Gabe said.
"Winchester? Like the gun?" Castiel asked. He threw off his blanket and stood
up, stretching. 
"Exactly like the gun."
Castiel walked over to his apartment's small kitchen and switched his phone to
his other ear. "Alright, what's so special about this Dean Winchester?"
"Why don't you come on down here one day and find out?"
Castiel's laugh was short and dry. "So this was about getting me to join you,
Lucifer, and Michael," Castiel said. He opened his fridge and grabbed a beer.
He didn't even read the title as he popped open the cap on the countertop. He
took a swig and leaned up against the counter. "Why am I not surprised?"
"Come on, Cassie, I actually really need you help on this." Gabe, for once,
sounded genuine and almost sounded like he was pleading. "I have a shitload of
shoots I have to get done in the next two weeks, and practically every fan on
the site is begging for a new scene with Dean. The other boys are either all
booked in advance or have the next few days off."
"So you're asking me if I'd want—"
"If you'd be willing to shoot a scene with the lovely Dean Winchester," Gabe
said. 
Castiel breathed slowly, tapping the top of the beer bottle against his bottom
lip. 
"No."
"What would make me convince you?" Gave said, sounding almost frantic. 
"Honestly? Nothing," Castiel said. "I'm not going to have sex with a complete
strange on camera as a favor to you, Gabriel."
"What if I set up a meeting between the two of you, before the shoot? Let you
guys get to know each other, see each other...all that sappy shit," Gabe said.
Castiel took another swig from his beer bottle and set it on the countertop
behind him. 
"No, Gabe."
Gabriel groaned so loud that Castiel had to hold his phone away from his ear.
"I thought you were supposed to be the older brother."
"Fuck you," Gabe growled.
Castiel laughed and glanced at the clock on his stove. 10:53. Shit. He had to
get to sleep now, or he wouldn't wake up on time for work the next day. 
"I've got to go, Ga—" Castiel began.
"What if I let you sleep with him one time without the cameras on?" Gabe asked.
He'd begun to sound desperate. Castiel sighed again. "Fine, a couple times
without the cameras."
"How many times do I have to say no, Gabriel?"
"Then what would make you say yes? I'm literally at the end of my list,
Castiel. There's no one else I can turn to or ask at this point." Gabriel
sighed. Castiel could hear him pacing in his penthouse apartment downtown.
Castiel's ready to say no one last time when suddenly—
"Please."
"I'm sorry?"
Castiel was honestly surprised by Gabe's actual begging. 
"I said please. Please would you just do this, for me?"
Castiel ran a hand over his face and dropped it to the formica of the
countertop. He tapped his fingertips against it as he contemplated. On one
hand, it was Gabe. He was extremely protective of his company, despite what
they produced, and Castiel knew all the sacrifices he'd had to make in order
for the business venture to flourish into what it was now. On the other hand,
Castiel had never met this Dean Winchester. And given what he knew about the
type of men Gabe hired, this Winchester would probably be a barely legal adult
who had just turned 18. 
Finally, he sighed.
"Fine," he said. He adjusted his glasses. "Fine, I'll do it."
"Wait, what?"
Castiel grumbled quietly and muttered, "I said I'd do it, alright?"
"You're not shitting me?"
"You'll have to find time to set up a pre-shoot meeting, though," Castiel
added. "I still won't fuck some random pretty stranger."
Gabe laughed. "You've always been that way. You even always try learning
everything about any guy you take home with you from the bar," Gabe said. "It's
quite funny, actually."
"Goodnight, Gabriel," Castiel said. He hung up and set his phone on the
countertop. He grabbed his beer bottle and turned to pour the rest of its
contents down the sink. As he did, his phone buzzed. Castiel glanced over at
his phone and saw the flashing NEW MESSAGE: GABRIEL on the screen. He slid his
index finger across the phone's screen and felt the beer bottle slip from his
grasp. It shattered in the sink as he read the single sentence text.
Here's a little something to hopefully tide you over. ;)
~Gabe
Beneath the text was a photo of who Castiel presumed to be the "lovely Dean
Winchester." He had bright green eyes, light blond hair, and a body sprinkled
all over with freckles. His plump, bright red lips were pulled up in a
mischievous smile as he practically gazed into the camera. Looking down,
Castiel noticed that the photo stopped at the spot just below his stomach.
Strangely enough, Castiel found himself scrolling down, trying to see what hid
below those defined V-lines. 
Maybe this won't turn out so bad after all, he thought, pocketing his phone in
his back pocket.
Chapter End Notes
     I've never watched an episode of Game of Thrones in my life.
     I know.
     I suck.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Dean walked into the front door of the Novak Entertainment building and pulled
the hood of his jacket off his head. He'd woken up to more rain and a slight
hangover. Unfortunately, he'd had to wake up before nine like always and he'd
dragged himself through his morning routine before stumbling out to the nearby
bus stop. No one had been there to lend him an umbrella this time, so when he
arrived at the NE building, he was completely soaked. Again. 
"Deeeeeeeeaaaan."
Dean looked up from checking his phone to see Gabriel running at him. He was
red-faced and panting as he came to a stop in front of Dean. "What's up, Gabe?"
Gabriel held up a hand to stop Dean as he panted and breathed deeply.
"One...second..." he said, wheezing. One of the front desk secretaries came up
behind Gabe, holding a hand fan and bottle of water. She held them out to Gabe,
desperately trying to keep the man from falling over in exhaustion.
"Why the fuck were you running?" Dean asked, pocketing his phone.
Gabriel stood up and cleared his throat, accepting the water from the
secretary. He waved her away and took a small swig from the bottle before he
began speaking. "I need you to come with me, Deano."
Dean sighed. "You can't be serious. I just got here, and you've already got me
scheduled for a shoot today?" Dean asked, letting his annoyance show. He was
prepared to turn and exit the building when Gabe grabbed his arm, tugging him
in the direction of the elevators at the very back of the building's lobby.
"What ever happened to a few days off? I'm only here to pick up my paycheck—"
"It's not a shoot," Gabe said. He began dragging Dean towards the elevators. "I
just have someone I'd like you to meet is all." 
Dean felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, no doubt a 'where are you?' text
from Sam. "I have to get home, Gabriel. I've already told my brother that I'd
just be stopping in to get my paycheck. He's expecting me," Dean said, hoping
the mention of his brother would sway the director. Gabriel knew how much Sam
meant to him, and Dean often used the excuse of having to run home in order to
meet with his brother as an excuse to leave work early or be given more days
off than the other models. He hoped now that it would work its charm like it
had so many times before. 
Gabriel stopped, glancing over his shoulder at Dean. He scrunched up his face
in concentration. After a short beat, Gabriel's face relaxed and he cheerfully
said, "Too bad," then began walking again, dragging Dean with him.
"Gabe, come on," Dean said. "This isn't fair. You can't force me to meet your
disgusting executive friends."
"My executive friends are not disgusting," Gabriel said.
Dean felt the tips of her ears begin burning. Gabriel never just introduced
someone to Dean. The last time he had, Dean had experienced his first ever orgy
with a group of businessmen who apparently funded Novak Entertainment through
donations and fundraisers. They'd all been old enough to be his dad and had
spent the entire night demanding that Dean call them 'Daddy.' Gabriel had then
thanked Dean for "persuading" the men to donate even more money by giving him
his own apartment only a twenty minute bus ride from the main company building
for him and Sam, that way he wouldn't be late to work anymore. Ever since then,
Dean had become more and more wary of Gabriel introducing him to someone.
"When have you ever introduced me to someone without the intent of them fucking
me?" Dean asked, wrenching his arm away from Gabriel's hand when they reached
the large ornate elevators. Gave pressed the arrow pointing up and the doors
opened immediately, revealing a completely empty cab. Gabriel stepped inside
first, then held out his arm to keep the door from closing, beckoning for Dean
to follow him. Dean sighed in defeat, throwing a longing glance at the front
desk where his paycheck was, and stepped into the elevator.
"I have!" Gabe said defensively. "That, uh...the nice stockbroker from New
Zealand. I only wanted you to meet with him once and you liked him, didn't
you?"
"He took me to a bondage club in upper New York," Dean said flatly, leaning
against the opposite side of the elevator from Gabe.
Gabe scoffed. "But he himself never stuck his dick inside you," Gabe pointed
out. Dean rolled his eyes and slipped his phone out of his pocket, checking
through his messages as they began their ascent. 
10 NEW MESSAGES: SAM
Sam was going to think Dean had been kidnapped if he'd already sent ten
messages. Dean tapped the notification alert and read through the messages.
-Where are you? I thought you said you'd be back by 9:40.
-I thought you were just picking up your paycheck. $$$
-Did you run into Gabe?
-Tell him he can kiss my ass if he's making you work on your day off.
-Dean, we're out of cereal!?
-Going to CVS for cereal. Will be back before you're home.
-I'm using your money.
Dean smiled as he read through the messages. Sam was so much more mature
compared to other kids his age, Dean knew. He hadn't really understood why Dean
did what he did, but he had accepted it rather easily and didn't ask too many
questions. Unlike their father, who'd actually kicked out Dean when he learned
that his oldest son was not only bisexual, but also worked for a company where
he had sex with men on camera and enjoyed it (for the most part). It had been a
rough few months after that, Dean living alone and homeless up until Gabriel
offered he stay at his apartment in the company building. It had still hurt
though when Dean, after having turned 18, had received a call from some
hospital that his father had passed away after a drunken car accident. With
Gabe's help, Dean managed to wrangle together enough money and a place suitable
for him to take full custody of Sam, who was only a month away from his
fourteenth birthday. They hadn't even had a proper funeral for their
father—they'd just decided to have him cremated and spread over the grounds of
the Roadhouse. 
"Hello? Earth to Dean?"
Dean looked up from his phone and met Gabe's eyes. "What do you want, Gabe?"
"Have you heard a word of anything I just said? Or did you just tune me out the
moment you started looking at your phone?" Gabriel asked, crossing his arms
over his chest and raised an eyebrow.
"No, and yes," Dean said, looking back down at his phone to type out a response
to Sam.
Meeting a guy for work. Won't be long. Make sure to get Captain  Crunch. And
don't use my money!! >:(
The elevator had just come to a stop on the ground floor when his phone
vibrated, signaling another message from Sam. 
-Lucky Charms only.
Dean's phone pinged with another text message from Sam.
-Too late, already paid.
"Dean," Gabriel said, sounding somewhat annoyed. 
Dean shoved his phone into his pocket and looked back up at Gabe. "Fine, fine.
I'm listening now," Dean said. The elevator jolted as it came to a stop and the
doors slid open on the top floor of the building. Dean glanced out and saw the
hallways lined with windows and glass. Dean rarely went to the top floor unless
he was supposed to be introduced to an especially exclusive friend of Gabe's. 
Who the fuck am I meeting? Dean thought as Gabriel exited the elevator. Dean
followed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he nodded at a man
talking on the phone wearing a clean cut suit. 
"As I was saying, you're meeting with someone extremely special," Gabe said,
leading the way down the hallway. On either side, Dean could look through
another room and out to a fifteen story high view of the entire city of New
York. He saw the Chrysler Building and the One World Trade Center off in the
distance and if squinted he could see the building where he and Sam lived.
"More elite than anyone else I've let you meet."
"Who is he, the President?" Dean joked, looking away to hide his blush as
another man in a suit speaking on his phone winked at Dean.
"Even better," Gabe said, coming to a stop in front of the door to one of the
completely glass rooms. There was a lone dark-haired man sitting on the tacky
red couch in the room, faced away so Dean could only see the back of his head.
Gabe slid open the door and Dean followed him inside, prepared to meet whoever
it was that he'd no doubt be getting fucked by next.
"Cassie!" Gabriel practically screeched when they entered the room. The dark-
haired man winced then stood, spinning around to face Gabe and Dean, his face
scrunched up in annoyance. When Dean caught sight of his face, he stopped
walking and almost audibly gasped.
To be frank, the man was fucking gorgeous—he had tousled dark brown hair that
looked like someone had just finished running their fingers through it; his
skin that was tanned in just the right way to look like he was either naturally
that shade or spent all of his free time working outside in California; he had
bright pink lips that looked still-bruised after kissing someone; and despite
the fact he wore a large sweater and pants that seemed to sag, Dean could spy
the outline of his lean and muscular figure. The coup de grâce, however, were
his eyes. Hidden behind thick-framed black glasses, the man's eyes were a
bright blue Dean had never seen before on another person. They looked like the
sky; the looked like the clearest ocean water; they looked like a number of
beautiful things. They were the kind of eyes Dean would gladly stare into while
getting fucked slowly.
Slow down, Dean, he told himself, letting out a sharp exhale he hadn't realized
he'd been holding. He began walking again and as he came closer to the man, he
had a more difficult time keeping his mind out of the gutter and continued
imagining himself getting slammed against a wall or bent over a desk by the
other man. When they were close enough, he saw the other man's eyes quickly
look Dean up and down once, his mouth falling open slightly. 
"Castiel! Glad you were able to find the right place," Gabriel said, hugging
the man and beaming at him proudly. The fondness with which he said the
man's name—Castiel—meant, to Dean, that it wasn't just another businessman or
shareholder in town for the weekend. The man returned the hug, but his eyes
remained focused on Dean, seeming to bore directly into his soul.
"It wasn't too hard, looking for the most overly gaudy building on this side of
town," Castiel said, pulling back from the hug. Dean visibly shuddered when he
heard him speak—Jesus fucking christ, did the guy gargle gravel for fun?—and he
had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself in check. "You should
really consider downsizing a bit, Gabe."
"And risk not showing off everything that my boys have earned?" Gabriel said,
placing the back of his hand to his forehead. "I wouldn't dream of it." Gabriel
smiled as he turned to face Dean, clapping a hand on one of his shoulders.
"Now, Cassie, I'd like you to meet Dean Winchester. Dean, this is my younger
brother, Castiel."
Brother? Dean knew that there were other members of the Novak family but he
didn't think any of them actually associated themselves with Gabriel unless
they absolutely had to. Dean looked up to meet Castiel's eyes as he held out
his hand. He flashed his biggest and most winning smile.
"Hiya, Cas. Dean Winchester." Cas took his hand and shook it firmly. His palm
was freakishly warm, and Dean had to suppress a whimper when the man spoke to
him directly.
"Castiel Novak."
"Great news for you, Dean," Gabe said, sounding far too excited. Uh oh, Dean
thought. Gabe only got like that when he was about to propose something
crazy. "My brother has agreed to work with you on your next upcoming scene."
WHAT. "I-I'm sorry?" Dean stuttered, releasing Cas' hand to turn and face
Gabriel. The man was smiling too widely, his canines flashing as he began
explaining.
"Look, I'll be straight with you—I'm extremely behind in terms of shooting and
uploading new scenes for the website. And you, Dean—you're almost nauseatingly
popular on the site and we've gotten the most demands for new scenes with you.
We needed a new model to film a scene with you and we unfortunately don't have
any incoming tops that could...handle you, Dean. So, I decided to take matters
into my own hands and 'hired' my brother for the next scene you film. Besides,
Castiel here has been complaining about not having someone to warm his cock for
the last few months." Gabe shrugged as Castiel's face flushed a bright red. "I
figured why not kill two metaphorical birds with one metaphorical stone."
"I have not complained," Dean heard Cas mutter under his breath. Dean quickly
glanced at Cas and saw he didn't look as outraged as Dean felt. Maybe he'd
already known prior, and it came as no surprise to him. Either way, Dean felt
both ecstatic and mortified that he would now get the chance to live out his
now-recent fantasies currently playing over and over in his mind. 
"I figured I'd let the two of you get to know one another first, you know,
before we get penises and lubes and toys thrown into the mix," Gabe said,
clapping his hands together. "I know you have to get going, Dean, but I'm sure
Cas would be perfectly fine with giving you his number so you two can
coordinate a date of sorts between the two of you." Dean shot Gabriel a quick
glare as he and Castiel began pulling out their phones. They exchanged
numbers—Dean taking the chance of adding a winking face after his name in the
contact—and Gabriel clapped excitedly again. 
"That's all I needed from you, Dean," Gabriel said, facing him again. "You can
head back on down to the lobby and get your paycheck now." Dean nodded and
turned to leave the all glass room. As he did, he heard Castiel call out a
quick, "Nice to meet you." Dean glanced over his shoulder and nodded his
acknowledgment before he left the room, tightly clutching his phone in his
hand. He exhaled slowly as he came to the elevator, which was being held open
for him by one of the secretaries from the lobby. As the elevator began
descending, Dean pulled out his phone and stared at the new contact in his
phone.
Castiel Novak
Dean quickly pulled up Sam's contact and fired off a text, his hands shaking as
he typed.
sam i'm fucked
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 As Gabriel led Castiel to the elevators after viewing the last bit of his
enormous Novak Entertainment building, Castiel was finally asked the question
he'd been dreading since first seeing the mysterious Dean Winchester. "So what
do you think of him?" Gabe asked over his shoulder. Castiel looked up from
staring at his feet as he walked, squinting his eyes to stare at the back of
Gabriel's head. "He's cute, isn't he? And a wonderful ass, like I said."
"He looks like he's fourteen," Castiel spat, crossing his arms and nodding
awkwardly at a half-naked pornstar stepping out of what looked like a janitor's
closet. He decided to ignore the second man coming out behind the first, who
was very casually zipping up his jeans and smiling.
Gabe spun around and began walking backwards. "It isn't my fault all of my
twinks look like fucking children, Castiel," Gabriel said, sticking out his
bottom lip to feign sadness. "Besides, Dean's nineteen, almost twenty.
Perfectly legal."
"Barelylegal," Castiel said, sighing as Gabe ran into a frantic-looking
secretary carrying a large stack of papers. She managed to keep them in hand
and mutter a near silent "Excuse me, Mr. Novak," but still glared back at
Gabriel as she kept walking. "This is exactly why I didn'twant to do this,
Gabe. How's that going to look, me being out with someone young enough to be my
kid brother?"
"What would you know about having a kid brother, Cas? You're the youngest in
the family," Gabe said, turning back around to walk beside Castiel. They were
about the same height now, even though Gabe had always been the shorter of the
two. Castiel suspected that Gabe had finally hit his growth spurt while Castiel
had begun to gradually shrink from all the time he spent up and awake. "And how
old are you anyway? Twenty-six? Twenty-seven?"
"I'm twenty-four, Gabe," Castiel said.
Gabriel scoffed loudly. "That's only five years! I've dated men and women at
least ten years older than me before."
Castiel shot Gabriel another look as they passed two pornstars talking with
each other. Castiel recognized one as Gadreel (stage name Zeke) and the other
as Osric (stage name Kevin). "Sorry if I'm not like you in that respect," Cas
said, feeling his face flush when he touched his phone in his pocket.
"Hey, remember yooooou're the one who agreed to do this," Gabe said, jabbing
his finger into Castiel's shoulder. "Before you start complaining
uncontrollably like you always do, take him out on a date or whatever. Get to
know him, like you so obviously insist on doing. Then, if you aren't drooling
all over him by then, I'll find someone else to film the scene with him and you
can close this chapter of your life for good."
Castiel nodded gratefully as they stopped in front of the elevator doors. Easy
enough, he though as the doors slid open and they both stepped inside. I can
pretend I don't like him long enough to get myself out of this mess. It'll be
easy. 
Gabe reached forward to press the button for the lobby and the doors slid
closed. They rode in relative silence, save for the annoying elevator music,
until Castiel felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He dug it out and saw NEW
MESSAGE: GABRIEL flash across his screen. He glanced over at Gabriel, who
seemed to minding his own business and playing on his own phone. Castiel slowly
opened the message and suppressed an almost audible gasp.
Does he still look 14 now?
~Gabe
Beneath the message was a picture of Dean, obviously a screenshot from one of
his many scenes of the NE website. He was splayed out on his back, his legs
spread open and the insides of his thighs painted with the remnants of cum. His
stomach and chest where shiny with sweat and when Castiel looked up to his
face, he nearly moaned at the sight of the boy's freckled face splattered with
a copious amount of cum. Looking closer, Castiel noticed that Dean's tongue was
out, a dollop of white cum resting in the center. Holy fuck.
"I hate you," Castiel muttered, staring at his phone as Gabriel began laughing
out loud.
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Castiel rolled over in his sleep and stared at his alarm clock. 3:00AM, it
read. Castiel groaned loudly as he rolled back onto his back and dug the heels
of his hands into his eyes. He'd been up and down with fitful sleep ever since
he got into bed around 11PM, even after two glasses of his strongest whiskey.
He'd tried writing more around 11:30pm, but had only succeeded in adding
roughly a sentence to his full manuscript. He'd gotten up a little after
midnight to hang out on the balcony of his apartment, inhaling the night air as
he had a quick smoke. Then, most recently, he'd woken up with a near painful
hard-on as he'd dreamt of Dean.
He groaned at the thought of the boy. Castiel had barely spoken twenty words to
Dean and he was already having wet dreams about him like he was a fucking
teenager again. He was twenty-four, for fuck's sake.
Castiel groaned again and heaved himself up from under his covers. He sat back
against the headboard of his bed and glanced over at his bedside table. His
phone rested on it, silently charging and practically begging him to pick it up
and call someone. Anyone.
Probably shouldn't bother anyone else with my insomnia, he thought to himself,
picking up his phone anyway. He quickly checked his email and social media,
disregarding the fact he was tweeting at three in the morning, and let his
thumb hover his contacts. He let his thumb drop and hit the address book
application, then scrolled down through the small number of people he actually
had in his phone. There were the standard people—his family members, his
publisher, his few friends from high school and college, and his editor. Then
there was the occasional number from a long-forgotten one-night stand—names
like Huge Cock, Gives nice head, and Tim. But near the very top, right in
the D's, was a new number he'd gotten just that afternoon.
Dean ;)
Castiel hadn't noticed that Dean had added the little emoticon after his name,
and he'd nearly laughed out loud like a maniac when he finally noticed it after
having left the Novak Entertainment building. He bit his lip as his thumb
lingered over the tiny envelope icon beside Dean's number. He glanced at the
top right-hand side of his phone's screen. 3:24AM. Still too early for a
regular person to be as awake as him. 
I'll send a simple hello text and he'll see it in the morning, Castiel thought
to himself, nodding as he pressed the envelope icon. He was just beginning to
type when he phone dinged loudly. 
NEW MESSAGE: DEAN ;)
Castiel felt himself go numb and begin sweating almost at the exact same
time. Dean had sent him a text? At three in the fucking morning?
Dean ;): I don't suppose you're awake at this hour. 
The message was relatively short—nothing too scandalous and nothing too
awkward. Castiel stared at message for a good minute before he finally snapped
back into action and typed a message back. 
Castiel: Well the odds certainly are in your favor, then.
The response was almost immediate.
Dean ;): I'll assume that's a Hunger Games reference.
Castiel smirked as he began typing again.
Castiel: Not entirely. That's just how I speak.
Castiel regretted sending the message almost immediately. He turned his phone
over and pulled his knees up to his chest, muttering quietly to himself as he
waited for Dean's reply. Oh fuck, he's gonna think I'm some kind of freak. Damn
it. Shit. Fu—
 His phone dinged again with a new message. He quickly flipped it over and read
it to himself.
Dean ;): So proper? Might have to learn a few things from you. ;)
Castiel felt his eyes widen as he continued staring at the winking face tagged
at the end of Dean's message. Suggestive. That's definitely a suggestive winky
face, Castiel thought to himself. He began lightly gnawing on the inside of his
cheek as he tried to think of a reply. Before he could type anything out, his
phone dinged and vibrated.
Dean ;): Oh fuck. that wasn't supposed to sound like that. meant to send a :)
Castiel laughed out loud. He could imagine Dean scrambling to send a followup
message, completely disproving Castiel's earlier assertion of the message's
suggestiveness. 
 
Castiel: It's fine Dean.
Dean ;): So what'd you think of the building?
Dean ;): The NE building, I mean. Nice, ain't it?
 
Casiel bit his lip, his thumbs hovering about the keypad before he typed his
reply. Castiel smiled to himself again as he burrowed beneath his blankets and
curled on his side. Oh God, he felt like a middle school girl talking to her
crush.
 
Castiel: Ornament, yes.
Dean ;): You CAN speak like a regular person, you know.
Castiel: Lots of c handeliers.
Dean ;): I fucking told that idiot there were too many.
 
Castiel chuckled. 
 
Dean ;): I helped design the lobby, fyi.
Castiel: Gabe LET you have a say in  designing?
Dean ;): He says I have a "good eye for design".
Dean ;): I think he really just wants to say he had his gay friend design it
for him.
Castiel: He's already got a gay brother, that selfish prick.
 
Dean didn't respond nearly as quickly as he had before. Castiel felt himself
panicking and was about to send another message when Dean's reply appeared on
screen.
 
Dean ;): Gabe didn't say you were gay.
Castiel: You didn't immediately assume?
Dean W: Look more like something for the ladies to climb up on. thought you
were just doing that 'gay for pay' shit.
 
Castiel felt his face begin burning at Dean's comment.
 
Castiel: Trust me, never been one for "the ladies to climb up on"
Dean ;): Had me fooled. 
 
Castiel bit his lip as he typed.
 
Castiel: What about you?
Dean ;): ?
Castiel: Do the ladies climb up on you?
Dean ;): lol. I'll take anyone who's attractive and buying the beer. ;)
 
Castiel smiled as he tried typing again, but he felt his eyelids begin drooping
slowly and his fingers slowing down. He glanced at the time on his phone
again. 3:50AM. Shit, he had a call with his editor in Berlin at five. 
 
Castiel: Unfortunately, I have to go.
Dean ;): Talking to someone prettier?
Castiel: No one's prettier than you ;)
 
Castiel smiled almost deliriously at the message he'd just sent, paying no mind
to the winking face he'd tagged on the end of it as he almost immediately went
to sleep.
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     I've been watching Attack on Titan for the last four days, and I felt
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     Fuck if I know when I'll update next.
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***** Chapter 5 *****
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Dean was awakened the next morning by his phone's angry beeping. He tiredly
muttered a quiet, "Fuck," as he threw his covers off his body and rolled out of
bed. He stumbled over to his window, where he'd left his phone to charge over
night, and practically yanked it off the charger. He checked the screen and
rolled his eyes when he saw that his phone was ringing from a call from
Gabriel. He half considered ignoring the call and going back to sleep, but he
knew the bastard would just repeatedly call back, forcing Dean to eventually
pick up. Dean sighed and slid his thumb across the face of his phone, bringing
it to his ear and barking an irritated, "What?"
"Well someone doesn't sound happy to hear me," Gabe said. Dean could
practically hear the smug smile his boss no doubt had on his face wherever he
was. "I wake you from your beauty sleep, gorgeous?"
"What the hell do you want, Gabe?" Dean asked, bringing his free hand to his
face and rubbing at them to clear the sleep from his eyes. 
Gabe made a noise of surprise that sounded fake. "That's no way to talk to
your boss," Gabriel said, holding out the 'S' in the word much longer than he
needed to. "I just wanted to call to remind you that today is not a day off for
you, and that you're actually needed. You know, at your job."
"It's only seven, and I don't come in until nine," Dean said, reaching with his
other hand to open the blind of his window. When he did, he was partially
blinded by the sunlight from outside.
"True, except that it's not seven, Deano," Gabe said, amusement coloring his
voice. "It's almost noon."
Dean quickly checked his phone and muttered a string of profanities when he saw
that his phone did in fact read 11:30am at the top. He brought the phone back
to his ear and began moving around his room, throwing everything he would need
for the day into a random open bag on his bed. "Shit, Gabe, I overslept. I-
I was up really late last night and I—"
"Save it for someone who cares," Gabe said, interrupting Dean. "Just get here.
We have actual work to do for once. Oh, and make sure you look nice. If that's
even possible." With that, Gabe hung up. Dean dropped his phone onto his bed
and ran out of his room to the bathroom. Thankfully, he saw no trace of Sam,
who had probably left for school almost three hours ago. Dean brushed his
teeth, eyeing his razor and the small bit of stubble growing on his face. As he
spit into the sink, he decided to forgo the shaving; Gabe could handle him
unshaved and scruffy for one day.
Dean ran back to his room and threw on a dark grey Led Zeppelin t-shirt and
probably dirty pair of jeans, slipping his feet into unlaced sneakers without
socks. As he slung his duffel bag over his shoulder, he briefly considered
wasting an extra five minutes trying to find a jacket with a hood to wear over
his shirt. He abandoned the idea when he picked his phone off of his bed and
checked the time. 11:40AM.
Shit, he thought to himself. He grabbed the key to his and Sam's apartment from
the bowl on the table and his bus pass then barreled out the door, racing down
the stairs in record time. Thankfully, a bus into the city was just arriving at
the stop in front of his building when Dean burst out of the building's front
doors. He whipped out his card once he was on the steps, swiping it quickly and
taking the very first seat as the bus began to pull away from its stop.
Dean was just getting comfortable in his seat, his breathing beginning to relax
and his eyelids falling shut, when the bus jolted to a sudden stop. What—? Dean
thought, opening his eyes.
"I swear on my mother's grave, Novak," Dean heard the bus driver say, letting
the door to the bus slide open. If Dean wasn't so tired, he would have jumped
up and out of the bus's open door without a second thought. Climbing the steps,
wearing those stupid thick-framed glasses, black skinny jeans, and a fucking
blue argyle sweater vest, was none other than Castiel Novak, who's dark brown
hair was sticking up in different directions like he'd just spent a hour
running his fingers through it in anxiety. "You'd better start getting here on
time or else I'm leaving your ass on the street next time."
"You say that every time, Meg," Castiel said, smiling as the doors slid shut
behind him. The bus began moving and Dean watched Castiel swipe his bus pass
with the well-practiced finesse of a seasoned bus rider. "And every time, you
still stop to let me on."
The bus driver, Meg, rolled her eyes as she changed into the left lane, then
flipped Castiel off when he ran a hand playfully through her hair. Dean sat
staring with his mouth open in shock as Castiel spun around, his smile still
plastered across his face. When his eyes landed on Dean, his smile died a
little bit, then completely disappeared as the color in his face drained.
"D-Dean," he stuttered, reaching a hand out to grab one of the poles for
stability. Dean's eyes caught sight of the brown messenger bag and dark blue
computer bag slung over each of Castiel's shoulders, then shifted up to stare
into Cas's bright blue eyes. Memories from last night—pacing around his room
while occasionally eyeing his phone, deciding and changing his mind about
sending Cas a text, the panic after he unconsciously hit send on that first
text, the relief as he and Cas fell into a comfortable and easy conversation,
the uncontrollable heat that engulfed his face as he'd read Castiel's final
text, the screams and moans he'd had to muffle with his pillow when he finally
came after jerking off to the thought of those blue eyes—suddenly assaulted
Dean's mind and he found himself at a sudden loss for words. Finally, he let
his mouth snap shut before he swallowed and smiled. 
"H-Hey, co-star," Dean said, lifting a hand in a small wave. Why the fuck—Why
the fuck did you say "co-star"? Dean thought to himself, mentally hitting his
head against the bus window.
"I didn't know you took the bus to, er... to work," Castiel said, his eyes
looking anywhere but at Dean. As he spoke, Dean noticed Cas's cheeks turning a
darker and darker shade of pink with each passing moment. Maybe he's
remembering last night too? Dean thought.
Dean shrugged, swallowing against a sudden lump in his throat. "I'm not a
regular," he said casually, shrugging again. "Normally, I'd drive myself, but
I'm apparently running about five hours late today." Dean bit his bottom lip to
keep from laughing out loud as Castiel's eyes suddenly widened almost
comically. "What? What is it?"
"Five hours?" Cas said incredulously. "My brother has you come into work at six
AM?" Dean actually does laugh at that, enough so that Castiel cracks a small
smile himself. 
"No, seven AM," Dean said. "Eight, on the days when he's more hungover than
usual."
"That sounds like everyday for my brother," Cas muttered, letting go of the
pole to push up the messenger bag, which had begun sliding down towards his
elbow. As he did, Dean swore the bus driver, Meg, was purposefully hitting the
brake much harder than she really needed to: on a particularly hard stop,
Castiel toppled sideways, then managed to redirect himself forward...right into
Dean's lap. 
"Oof!" Dean grunted, his head knocking into Cas's as the older man landed hard
on his right leg.
"My bad, folks!" Meg called, laughing at the protests and pained groans from
the other patrons on the bus. "Some asshole in a Prius cut me off. Oh, quit
your whining. None of y'all are injured, now are you?" When no one immediately
spoke up, Meg smiled into her rearview window, catching Cas's eye in particular
and winking.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry, ex-excuse me," Cas said, struggling to lift himself up from
Dean's lap. He managed to fall sideways, plopping down into the spot next to
Dean as he wrestled his now tangled messenger and computer bags off of him and
onto the floor. "Stupid laptop. It's so fucking heavy."
"What do yo need a laptop for, anyway?" Dean asked. "Don't you work for your
brother? Are you like a tech analyst or something?"
Cas's lips pursued together as he shook his head. "No...not really," he said
slowly. "Did Gabe not tell you?"
"A...pparently not," Dean said.
Cas smiled then stuck out his hand for Dean to shake. "Emmanuel Edlund, a.k.a.
Castiel Novak, author of the—"
"The All-Hunters' Chronicles!" Dean finished, excitedly shaking Castiel's hand.
There was no fucking way that Castiel was actually his and Sam's favourite
science fiction author--the universe didn't work out like that. "Those are
my—!" Dean shut his mouth, his face burning when he realized he was shouting.
"That's my favourite book series, like, ever."
"R-Really?" Cas said, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion. 
"Dude, are you kidding me? I've read Masking Glove at least ten times," Dean
said, smiling widely at how Cas's face flushed bright red. "What is it?"
"It's just...I've always found that, er...particular novel to be a
bit...bothersome," Cas said, with some difficulty.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked, actually tilting his head to one side with
interest. Cas opened his mouth to speak, when the bus suddenly stopped again,
sending Dean careening forward. Dean was prepared for his head to knock into
Cas's again, so he closed his eyes and braced for impact. He was completely
unprepared when he somehow ended up with his lips smashed against the other
man's.
"Last stop of the morning—Main Street!" Meg called.
Dean opened his eyes, making a surprised noise when he found Cas staring back
at him with equally large and terrified eyes. The two of them sat there, lips
pressed against each others as the bus began to empty. 
"Sorry you two, but you have about twenty seconds to get off my damn bus, or
I'm beating you off with a broom," Meg said. Dean finally pulled back, coughing
when he noticed a thin string of spit connecting their lips together.
"S-Sorry," Dean muttered, standing and fidgeting with the zipper on his duffel.
As he did, Castiel stood as well, moving his computer bag onto the same
shoulder as his messenger bag. Dean drew his eyebrows together. "You're getting
off here? This is the way to the NE building."
Cas nodded, looking down to avoid Dean's gaze. "Gabriel really hasn't been
telling you anything, has he?"
"What hasn't he been telling me this time?" Dean asked, slightly exasperated by
everything Gabe seemed to have been keeping from him.
"You and I are supposed to film our first scene together," Cas said simply.
"Tonight."
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     never, right?
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Dean didn't bother taking the time to knock before barging into Gabriel's
office. Gabriel jumped at Dean's entrance, looking up from his laptop with a
mix of fear and surprise. "Dean," he said, closing the laptop and folding his
hands on top. "What can I--?"
"You can knock it off with that fake formal bullshit," Dean said through
clenched teeth. "I'm done playing your fucking games." Despite how angry he may
have seemed--and there's no denying that he was quite angry--Dean was actually
shaking from embarrassment, his ears burning bright red at the tips. After what
had happened on the bus with Castiel--his face managed to flush even deeper at
the memory of the kiss--he had been stuck between seething in complete utter
rage and wallowing in his sudden feeling of inferiority. "I swear to fucking
God, Gabriel, I will fucking quit if you don't cut it with all of your--!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Take it easy, Deano," Gabriel said, holding up his hands and
scooting backwards from his desk. His eyebrows were drawn together in
confusion, and Dean's anger only flared angrier. "Why don't you tell me what
exactly the issue is before you start swinging?" Dean clenched his hands into
fists and nearly did swing at Gabe, but froze when he heard the sound of
running feet behind him. He didn't need to glance behind him to know is was
Castiel, who was red-faced and heavily breathing as he came to a stop against
the wall of near him.
"Dean..." he panted, coughing once. As he spoke, he took deep breaths between
almost every word. "Dean, why'd you...take off...like that?"
"Cassie, glad you could join us," Gabe said, smiling when the other man entered
the room. "You got here just in time to see Dean possibly wring my neck."
Dean sneered and snarled, "Oh, I'd do much worse than that.
"What? Why?" Castiel asked, his face drawn in genuine concern. Dean clenched
his hand into a fist at his side and forced his eyes to look back at Gabriel,
biting his lip because God dammit, why does he look so hot all red faced and
out of breath, that's not fair, jesus fucking Christ--
"Gabe never seemed inclined to tell me that you and I would be filming our
first scene together," Dean said. Then, he snarled, slamming his hands on
Gabe's desk for added emphasis, "Tonight." He glared at Gabe, struggling to
keep his body still as Castiel moved from the wall to stand beside Dean.
Gabriel's smile slowly dissipated, then he sat back in his desk chair, his
hands steepled beneath his chin. "Ah, yes," he said, "that." He sighed then
stood up from his desk chair, immediately going over to the table of assorted
sweets to the left of his office. "I do suppose that bit of information would
have been good to know prior to your showing up for work today." Grabbing a
handful, Gabe returned to his desk, sitting in his chair and spreading the
candy out in front of him. Gesturing with a single lollipop, Gabe then said,
"Both of you. Have a seat."
Dean was reluctant to sit, but did so begrudgingly once Castiel had taken a
seat. He crossed his arms over his chest, hoping his irritation would be even
more so obvious to Gabe.
"Start talking," Dean spat.
"Alright, alright," Gabe said, unwrapping the lollipop in his hand and popping
it into his mouth. He sat there for a moment, the silence in the room
suffocating, before finally saying, "If it makes you feel any better, I wasn't
the one who scheduled the shoot for tonight."
Dean scoffed. "Bullshit. You do all of the shoot scheduling for the entire
site, how could you possibly--?"
"What I meant," Gabe interrupted, "was that I didn't make the final decision
when scheduling the shoot." He sucked on the lollipop for another beat, then
released the stick and began sorting through the pile of candy in front of him.
He pushed the candies with green wrapping off to one side, and the candies with
non-green colored wrapping off to the other. "Now, it may seem like I have
everything completely under control here at Novak Entertainment, but in
actuality, it's not nearly as much of a well oiled machine as I make it seem.
When it comes to what kind of material we make for the site, that's mostly up
to the wants of the viewers and subscribers. But, when it comes to when we make
our material, that is completely up to the discretion of the shareholders."
"Shareholders?" Castiel said.
Dean nearly laughed at how ludicrous all of it sounded. "Who the fuck takes out
stock from a company that literally films and distributes porn?" he asked,
rolling his eyes.
"You laugh, but I'm completely serious," Gabe said, his voice devoid of any of
his trademark sarcasm. "The company's shareholders determine when shoots are
shot whenever we fall behind schedule or fail to bring back enough revenue
every quarter. I won't bore you with the gory details of the economics of
owning a company, but basically--" Gabe paused a pointed to the green packaged
candies--"when the minority with all of the money to fund our supplies of
dildos, condoms, and lube decides we film a new video--" He then pointed to the
grouped pile of non-green packaged candies--"the majority just shuts up and
listens."
Dean narrowed his eyes at Gabe again, but didn't say anything snarky. He knew
that the company had fallen behind with their shoots, and as a result had begun
losing viewers and subscribes to the site. But he hadn't know about the
shareholders up at the very top, controlling everything whenever Gabe seemed to
lose his grip. Dean supposed it made sense in the grand scheme of things, but
still...
"You should have at least warned me about that before today," Dean said,
uncrossing his arms.
Gabe shrugged. "i'll give you that. And, because I'm such a generous person,
I'll excuse your little outburst on account of the fact that I didn't tell you
earlier. I've just been a little swamped...well, no, that would be an
understatement. I've been completely swamped with work. I guess it slipped my
mind."
Dean didn't respond, instead glancing over at Castiel, who seemed collected and
fully understanding of the situation.
"And, just so you can understand just how sorry I am for my little oversight,
I'll give you the day off until your shoot tonight with Cassie," Gabe said,
smiling widely around his lollipop. "You two can spend the day getting to know
one another before you have to...you know." At that, Gabe winked and glanced
between the two of the suggestively. Dean felt his face flush in embarrassment,
though the flush felt less intense when he glanced over at Cas to see a similar
redness to his face.
"Appreciate it," Dean said, his voice tight as he swallowed.
"Now get on out of here, you two!" Gabriel said, waving his hands toward the
door of his office. 'You've got about eight hours until your shoot tonight. Get
to know each other!" At that, Dean stood up, flicked off Gabe one last time
then turned and stomped out of his office, Castiel following close behind.
Once outside of Gabe's office, Dean stopped and turned around to face Castiel.
He took in Cas's attire, his argyle sweater, his skinny jeans, his thick framed
black glasses that just had to be fake, and then met his impossibly blue eyes.
He smiled nervously, shoving his hands into his pockets, and said, "So...where
to?"
Chapter End Notes
     First: sorry that this is over a year late.
     Second: sorry this is so short. I wanted to post this damn chapter so
     bad, that I just kind of cranked out something and said, "I'll make
     it up to them with the next chapter."
     Third: I'm officially in college! So yeah, who knows when the next
     update will be? Hopefully within another week, but I need to update
     all of my fics with at least one chapter, and this fic hasn't even
     been fully planned out. I do know that Dean and Cas's shoot won't be
     the end of the fic as a whole, but up until then, I'm not entirely
     sure.
     Thank you so much for bearing with me and my inconsistency, and take
     you so much for reading! And to anyone who asked if this fic was
     abandoned, it's not :). Don't worry! None of my fics are, I'm just
     awful at consistently posting new chapters.
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***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"So...where to?"
My apartment, in my room, spread out on my bed, came an immediate voice at the
back of Castiel's head. He shook his head once to get rid of the thought, then
smiled nervously and shrugged casually. "Your choice, I suppose." He silently
swore to himself at the shakiness in his voice, hoping to God that Dean hadn't
picked up on it. 
Dean's responding smile was tiny and endearing. He began fidgeting nervously,
shifting from foot to foot while endlessly turning the simple silver band
around his ring finger. Finally, he met Castiel's eyes and said, "Well...I've
always wanted to visit that, uh, aquarium...you know, that new one that opened
up a few months ago in the center of downtown." The tips of his ears began to
tinge bright red as he continued worrying the ring on his finger. Castiel
couldn't help smiling in response. Of all the places in the entire city, he
never would have expected Dean to choose somewhere like the aquarium.
"Sure, we can go to there. I haven't been to that aquarium in a while, so it'll
sorta be like it's our first time together," he said before he could stop
himself. He didn't notice his slip up until he saw Dean's eyebrows shoot up and
his cheeks tinge even darker red. "Not like that!" he added, throwing up his
hands as he felt his own face begin to burn red in embarrassment. "I-I just
meant—!"
"What the hell are you two still doing standing outside of my office?" came
Gabriel's snapping voice. Castiel turned to see his brother's head poking out
of the door to his office. His eyebrows were drawn together and he had the
stick of a sucker poking out from his lips. "You have a shoot in eight hours.
Go on your date or whatever and stop loitering on my carpet." Gabe snapped his
fingers at them, pointing in the direction of the elevator doors, then mouthed
"go" before slamming his door shut.
Castiel looked back to Dean, who's red-facedness had begun to go down. "We
should probably head out then, since he seems like he'll hurl us out the window
if we stay here any longer."
Dean's tiny smile returned as he nodded. "I think there's a bus stop near here
that will take us right there," he said as they began walking to the elevators.
He pulled out his phone and began tapping away as he searched for bus routes.
"Though I'm not sure when it'll be coming, since I'm normally working at this
time..."
Dean's words began to fade into the background as Castiel used this moment to
examine Dean. He walked with a kind of confidence that Castiel certainly didn't
have when he was nineteen, and the bounce in his step was so joyful that
Castiel found himself copying it. Beyond his confidence, Cas found his eyes
traveling down to trace over the prominent curve of Dean's ass, which filled
out his jeans far too well.
"What about you, Cas?"
Castiel flicked his eyes back up to look at Dean's face again, broken out of
his trance. He hadn't been paying attention, and searched his brain frantically
for something to say to deflect the question.
"You called me 'Cas,'" he said lamely.
Dean's eyebrows drew together in confusion as they came to a stop in front of
the elevator. "Well...yeah. I called you that earlier, too."
Shit. "I-I know," Castiel stuttered. "It's just weird, for me to hear someone
who isn't family calling me that after so little time, I guess." His smile was
small as he searched his brain for something to say afterward. "Normally people
don't start calling me that until they've known me at least a couple of mon—"
"You know you can just tell me if you were staring at my ass," Dean cut in,
smirking lecherously as he went to lean against wall between the two elevator,
hitting the button once with his hip. "I don't mind."
Castiel's face immediately flushed red as he vigorously shook his head back and
forth. "I-I wasn't—!"
Dean's smirk grew into a full smile as he dissolved into a laughing fit,
curling in on himself to hold his stomach. "God, you're adorable when you lie,
you know?" he said, standing up as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.
Castiel smiled nervously then bit the inside of his cheek as he was overcome
with the sudden realization that Dean—despite being a gay pornstar who'd no
doubt performed three lifetimes worth of debauchery—was cute. Not just the
model-hot man who oozed sexiness and whose photo was currently saved on
Castiel's phone as future jerk off material, but someone who was incredibly
endearing and interesting. As he followed Dean into the elevator, one thought
rang in his mind.
I'm screwed.
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The bus ride to the aquarium was surprisingly fun for Dean, especially
considering he hates taking the bus from the stop right in front of the NE
building. Cas had managed to keep him occupied, talking to him about everything
from his college days, to his life growing up with Gabriel as his brother. Dean
had interjected from time to time, laughing at Castiel's awkwardness and
genuinely enjoying the impromptu date they were on.
No, not a date, said a voice at the back of his head. This is strictly for
work. Don't get too cosy.
Dean knew that. He knew that despite the chemistry they seemed to have now, all
of that would inevitably be ruined once the actual shoot started. He couldn't
let himself become too swayed by whatever "connection" they seemed to have. He
knew too well the consequences of letting himself become to interested in one
of his scene partners. Dean wasn't a stupid amateur anymore. He wouldn't let
anything like that happen to him ever again if he could avoid it.
When they finally came to the stop in front the aquarium, Dean jumped up
excitedly. He hadn't been lying about wanting to visit the aquarium. He'd
always loved aquariums and museums and the like, so learning of the new one
being built in the city had only excited Dean beyond belief. He'd never had the
time to visit though, what with work and taking care of Sam all the time. As
Dean stepped off the bus, Cas following close behind, he suddenly wished that
he could have all the free time in the world to do whatever he wanted.
"Come on, Cas!" Dean said, grabbing Castiel's arm that wasn't shouldering his
computer bag. He began running, dragging Cas behind him as he approached the
aquarium doors. He knew that he probably looked extremely immature, running for
the doors of an aquarium like he was still thirteen years old, but goddammit,
this was one of the first real breaks he'd ever been allowed to experience ever
since he'd started working for Novak Entertainment.
"Dean! Dean, slow down!" he heard Cas calling out from behind him. He didn't,
instead deciding to push faster to reach the door quicker. Once at the doors,
Dean came to a stop, releasing Cas' arm and pushing open the doors.
Immediately, Dean was greeted by the familiar scent of salt water and fish,
which he gladly inhaled as he held the door open for Cas.
"Oh," Dean gasped, taken aback by the inside of the aquarium. Everything was
blue, silver, and shimmery, as though they were literally at the bottom of the
ocean. Hanging from the ceilings were numerous large banners announcing the
names of the main exhibits being shown, some appearing to even be hand-painted.
Spread around the circular shape of the main lobby were tall lamps casting pale
blue and white light outward, shifting and creating the illusion of moving
water. Over the speakers was relaxing music, intercut occasionally with a
woman's calm voice greeting all those who entered. Directly across from the
main entrance doors was a large archway opening that led to the exhibits, large
wraparound tanks full of multi-colored swimming fish flanking either side. In
short, Dean had never seen an aquarium quite as beautiful as this one; he
didn't think he'd ever been in a building as beautiful as this.
Dean turned his head to look over at Castiel. He was red faced and panting,
struggling to pull his computer bag back over his shoulder. The ruddiness of
his cheeks looked almost like he was blushing, and Dean bit his bottom lip to
keep from saying anything stupid.
"I-I'll go get the tickets," Dean said. He quickly shuffled over to the
circulation desk, which was silver and shimmery with a friendly looking woman
sitting at the counter. As Dean approached, she smiled widely, flashing bright
white teeth.
"Hello! Welcome to the Wilson Aquarium!" she said, her voice cheery and a bit
shrill. "How can I help you?"
"Two tickets, please," Dean said, clearing his throat once. "Two adults."
The woman's smile somehow grew larger as she said, "Oh, today's No Charge
Thursday! Everyone is allowed in for free!" She tilted her head to one side,
then nodded once towards Castiel standing at the entrance. "Good news. You
won't have to pay for tickets for you and your boyfriend."
"Oh, n-no, he's...he's n-not my—" Dean stammered, his face no doubt growing
bright red from embarrassment. "We're j-just—"
"Oh I'm sorry," the woman said. Her smiled faltered slightly as she said, "I
didn't mean to assume anything. It's just...uncommon, you know, for men to come
here without their wives, or their children." She shrugged, smiling awkwardly.
"Especially not two men, not by themselves anyway."
Dean nodded, then quickly spun on his heel to leave, stalking back over to
Castiel, who had removed his glasses and was cleaning them on the edge of his
sweater. Dean stopped in his tracks before reaching Cas. Without his glasses,
Cas' blue eyes were even brighter, more pronounced. His eyes were slightly
hooded, and when he looked up at Dean, it was like he was being given perpetual
bedroom eyes.
Cas smiled as he placed his glasses back on his face. "Did you get the
tickets?" he asked, shouldering his computer bag again.
"It's, uh...No Charge Thursday, apparently," he said, smiling despite his
shaking lips. "We get in for free."
"Great," Castiel said. He straightened up and nodded once. "I guess I'll lead
the way then." Dean fell in step with Cas, avoiding eye contact with the woman
at the desk when they passed her by. When they came to the archway, the
security guared waved them in, smirking suggestively at Dean before looking him
. He ignored the look, passing it off as just another creep who'd recognized
him from one of his films, but made sure to stay close to Cas in case he tried
copping a feel.
Once past the guard, they entered the cavernous main area of the aquarium,
which was filled with a practical maze of fish tanks. To one side was a wall-
sized tank that was full of sharks, to the other side was another wall-sized
tank filled with floating white jellyfish. In the center were a number of
medium and small sized tanks filled with different varieties of fish, from a
wide tank full of clownfish to a tall thin tank full of seahorses. The main
area was sparse of people, only a few alone stragglers and the occasional
couple. The woman at the front desk had been right--save for the men pared with
women and the men by themselves, Dean and Cas were the only two men at the
aquarium together.
"So...where to?" Castiel asked, turning to face Dean.
"Uh...I guess we could go to...um..." Dean stammered. He cast his eyes
downward, staring at his feet. "We, uh..."
Why am I so nervous? Dean thought in frustration. We're just at a fucking
aquarium. It's not like we're getting ready for a shoot or anything.
"Last time I was here, I remember that I particularly enjoyed the African
penguin exhibit," Cas finally said, his lips curled into a soft smile when Dean
finally looked back up. "I'm not sure if it's still running, though."
Dean blinked slowly at Cas, staring into his bright blue eyes. He bit his
bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth. Cas' eyebrows drew together in
confusion, and his tongue briefly poked out to wet his lips. The movement
caught Dean's eyes and before he could stop himself, he was reaching forward,
grabbing the front of Castiel's sweater vest and dragging him forward,
crashing their lips together.
What the hell am I doing? Dean thought to himself, his eyes flying open. Rather
than continue kissing Cas--which, God damn, did he want to--Dean released him,
shoving him backward.
"Dean? W-What was--?"
Rather than try to be truthful, Dean allowed himself to slip into the persona
he normally reserved for his shoots alone. He smirked, allowing a hip to stick
out as he lifted a finger to press against Cas' lips, effectively shutting him
up.
"Why don't we play a game?" he asked seductively. He took a few steps closer to
Castiel until their chests were nearly touching. "We have a shoot in about
eight hours. So...why don't we just...pretend that we're already filming, huh?"
He dragged his finger down Castiel's mouth, the tip of his pointer finger
catching on the skin of Castiel's bottom lip. He smiled, biting his lower lip
as he tilted his head to one side. "How 'bout it, Cas? You willing to play a
game with me?"
Though Dean expected Cas to either refuse or simply brush off his sudden shift
in attitude, he wasn't prepared or expecting Cas to nod so enthusiastically,
his pupils dilating the point that only a thin ring of blue remained. Dean
smirked again, bringing his finger down to rest against Castiel's chest, right
above his heart.
"Catch me, blue eyes," Dean whispered, turning on his heel and practically
skipping away, with Castiel following close behind.
Chapter End Notes
     Do aquariums even do No Charge days?? What even is this chapter?? I
     don't now. College is ruining my brain slowly.
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