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30 January 2011 @ 08:55 pm
Fic: Hit the Ground Upright  
Title: Hit the Ground Upright
Author: carmexgirl 
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, 
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Kind of an asshole!Cas. 
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 3,437
Notes:  Hooker!AU.  Castiel's stuck in a crappy, pressurized job where he's unappreciated.  He employs the services hooker to let off steam.  Unlike the rest of this life though, things do not go according to plan.  There probably will be more to this story, but this can also be read as a one-shot.

It’s 8.15pm, or near enough, and Castiel is slumped over a pile of papers on his desk, eyes unable to focus on the columns of figures displayed. It has been an awful Friday, capping off what has probably been the worst week of Castiel’s life, and he still isn’t done yet, still needs to finish those accounts otherwise he knows he’ll come under scrutiny. His company had let go of 40 people at the start of the month, with the so called lucky ones who still had a job left picking up their work on top of their own. It is a near impossible task, one that after four weeks was slowly getting to Castiel, slowly starting to crack his stoic exterior and expose him as the sinking ship he really is.

He’s in a foul mood. He hasn’t had time for lunch and his stomach is hurting with the lack of food. He’s tried, wrung out and desperately wanting to finish so he can spend the weekend recovering before the same sorry routine begins again Monday morning.

There’s a light tap on the side of his cubicle, and when he looks up from the Newton’s cradle he has been so engrossed in he is surprised to see Zachariah Adler standing there, chest puffed in his black and white suit, smarmy grin perpetually etched on his face. He’s a senior partner at the firm; someone who normally doesn’t trawl the floors of the underdogs, preferring instead to sip whisky in his wood-paneled office on the top floor. Evidently he is feeling benevolent today.

“Mr. Novak,” he says, and Castiel jumps at the thought he knows his name.

“Yes, sir?”

“It’s 8.15. What are you still doing here?”

“I’m…finishing off the Willams account, sir.”

“Williams?” He practically barks in surprise. “They’ve entrusted a junior with our fourth biggest account?”

Castiel takes a breath, halfway between pissed and terrified. “Sir, it was Raphael’s until you let him go, and no one…”

Zachariah’s eyes narrow, his mouth set into a thin line. “We didn’t let anyone go, Novak. Raphael took voluntary redundancy; it was a sound business decision.”

“But sir, his other option was compulsory…”

“I think you had better be getting home, Mr. Novak,” Zachariah says, cutting Castiel off, “before your only option is ‘compulsory’.” He walks out, suit flapping behind him and Castiel can only scowl through his tired eyes. It’s not as if he hasn’t tried, hasn’t worked harder than he believes anyone else in the firm. He’s in too early, stays too late, and yet it is still not enough to appease them. He knows he could be out of a job at any moment and he’s desperately clinging on to that lifeline, hoping against hope that he doesn’t slip off but all the while resenting the fact that he works so hard for so little personal reward. Sure, the money’s good, probably the best he could get at his age and experience, but it doesn’t make up for the way he’s treated like shit most of the time.

It’s nearly nine when he leaves, crashing into the glass revolving door on his way out because in his haste to leave, he just doesn’t see it moving. He wants to turn around and shout at the building that symbolizes everything he hates, everything he never wanted to become. He wraps his trench coat around himself tighter as he steps outside, thoughts as bitter as the cold night air.

He finds his car, fumbles with the ancient locks, crawls inside, and puts the key into the ignition. He stops off at a drive thru, grabbing himself a burger to ease the hollow pangs of hunger in his stomach. As he bites into it, he realizes they’ve left the gherkin and mustard on even though he’d specifically asked for it to be taken off. He spits it out in disgust, swearing loudly, before throwing the rest of the burger out of his car window. A fitting end to an awful week, he supposes as he starts the engine and heads for home.

He stops the traffic lights near his apartment, thinking to himself as he watches the traffic go by. There’s an itch in the pit of his stomach, something he has been ignoring for a couple of months now, but it’s something he badly wants to scratch. The lights turn and he freezes, wondering which way to go, heart beating as he suddenly makes the decision, turns, and travels down a lesser-known route to the darker side of town, to one particular area. He needs this, he reasons. Today of all days he needs this.

He sees them almost instantly. Boys, not much more than that, hanging around on street corners, leaning into cars to discuss terms. He knows the score, having indulged a couple of times before in moments of weakness. Because of the hours he works he’s unable to forge ‘real’ relationships, plus the fact that his general demeanor puts him in the ‘strange’ category. He doesn’t care tonight; having had such a shitty week he thinks he can do no better than pick up a prostitute and have dirty, hollow, meaningless sex to make him feel better about his crappy existence. It’ll cap off a truly awful day, bring it to a suitably sordid end.

He sees the perfect candidate. He’s a little older than the rest, maybe a couple of years younger that Castiel, and he’s blonde, tall with what looks like a good body underneath the tight white t-shirt he wears. The thought crosses Castiel’s mind that the guy must be cold standing there, before he dismisses it outright. These people are used to standing around all evening in skimpy clothing, victims of their chosen profession and nothing more.

As he pulls up closer, he can see his face properly. He’s extremely good-looking, slightly feminine features set off by the most gorgeous set of green eyes Castiel has ever seen. He’s the type of guy Castiel could never hope to pick up in a normal situation, yet here he can at least pretend this guy wants him as opposed to his money. He’ll be good for an evening, Castiel imagines, probably better than anything Castiel could pick up in a bar or club.

He stops and winds down his window. The guy practically swaggers over to him, eyes bright and evidently not dulled by drugs like some of the others. He must be new, but he exudes a strange sort of confidence as he approaches.

“Like what you see?” The guy winks at him. He’s very self-assured, Castiel will give him that.

Castiel smirks. “Certainly.” And he does, he really does.

“Great. So, what can I do for you, handsome?”

Castiel dismisses the endearment, knowing it’s just his sales patter and nothing more. He wishes they could stop this charade and just get down to the sex, but he knows how to play the game. “Anything I want,” he says, making a clear show of looking him up and down.

The guy smiles back. “Yeah, ok, but you gotta be prepared to pay. I don’t come cheap, ha ha.”

“Oh, I’ll pay,” Castiel replies, ignoring the innuendo. “I’ll pay you handsomely.” He may only be a junior at the firm, but he earns a decent living, more than this guy has probably ever seen. “Get in,” he gestures.

The guy complies, slipping into the passenger side. He smells of cheap cologne, and there’s the shadow of stubble on his chin.

“Where do you want to do this?” Castiel asks, eyes on the road as he drives.

“It’s a little late, but I’ll call a few contacts and see what I can do.” The guy takes out his phone, the screen lighting up the car and when Castiel glances over, there’s a picture of him standing next to a younger man set as the wallpaper. So the guy has a boyfriend, Castiel thinks. Really, who’d want to date a prostitute, knowing what they have to do? Or maybe his boyfriend doesn’t know? Maybe he lies to him, tells him he works the night shift or something. Must be pretty hard, he thinks, before shaking himself.

The guy talks into his phone, nodding occasionally before hanging up. “Got one,” he says brightly, just a couple of blocks up here, on the corner of Third. He points in the general direction and Castiel follows, turning the wheel. They drive in silence, Castiel affording the guy a few furtive glances.

“You don’t talk much,” the guy says eventually.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Castiel says simply, keeping eyes fixed on the road now. He’s not in the mood for talking—he’s done nothing but talk all day and he’s fed up of it.

“Ok,” the guy huffs. “My name’s Dean, by the way.”

“That’s nice for you,” Castiel says absently. A red light turns to green just as he starts slowing down.

“So what’s yours?”

“I’d prefer it if we didn’t exchange names.” He’s never swapped names with a pick up before. He doesn’t want to get into this, doesn’t want him to know who he is. He’s just some suit who’s had a crappy time and wants to exorcise his frustration and anger with sex, nothing more.

The guy, Dean, seems rather taken aback. “Whoa, ok. You could come up with a fake name, though. Most people do.”

“Why would I want to do that?” It’s honestly something Castiel’s never thought about before.

“So’s you don’t appear, you know, rude or something.”

Castiel snorts in slight disbelief. “Sorry, I guess I’m not the expert in rent boy etiquette.”

“Escort.” Dean’s voice is a little softer when he says this.

“What?” Castiel turns to face him, and sees him fiddling with the hem of his t shirt.

“I prefer to be called an escort. Not a rent-boy. Escort.” Dean looks a little crestfallen, creating a small pang of guilt in the pit of Castiel’s stomach.

“Ok, I apologize. Escort. Is that better?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Dean s seems to perk up after this, practically jumping out of his seat when he sees the building he’s after. “Over here, man. Just park over there and we’re across the street.”

It’s a dingy-looking hotel, with three stories and a rickety looking fire escape running down the side of it. The windows are all intact, if dirty, and the steps leading up to the entrance have chips missing out of them. Castiel wonders how the thing is still trading.

He follows Dean up the stairs and into the lobby, where there is one faded and split reception desk with a rather fat lady sitting on the other side. Dean talks to her for a few minutes while Castiel stands there, moving from foot to foot and trying to hide his face from the receptionist who keeps looking at him and giving him a knowing wink. Dean turns, holding up a key card and smiling. “Room 302,” he says, “just up the stairs and to the left.”

“Great,” Castiel says, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He walks after Dean, taking in the faded pictures and peeling paint. Once they get to their floor, Castiel finds the corridor lights won’t work at all no matter how many times he flicks the switch.

“Come on, in here,” he hears Dean call, and sees a light coming from an open door down the corridor. He walks inside, and looks around.

It’s…a room. The décor is as expected; tired, old, peeling wallpaper. There’s black mold in the one corner, seemingly trying to work its way down the wall, and the floorboards creak and move as he steps on them. The whole room has that musty smell, like an old house that has been shut up for months, the air damp and stifling.

Dean sits on the bed, which predictable creaks under him. The comforter is beige, with darker, graying stains and once white pillows have a dirty grey tinge to them.

“Pretty lucky to get a room this time of night,” Dean says, and Castiel thinks he may be proud that he’s managed to get them here.

“Really? I’m surprised there are actually occupied rooms in this hotel.”

Dean smiles awkwardly. “Yeah, places like these get booked up real quick. Mainly for…you know…business,” he gestures with his hand and Castiel winces. “They charge by the hour, which is good.” Dean takes off his t shirt, placing it on the end of the bed. “Um…we never discussed price…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Castiel says. “I can afford it.”

“Oh, right. Yeah. Ok. So, you want to go all the way, right?”

Castiel stares at Dean, thinking. “Well, yes. Why else would I be here?”

“Right. See, some guys just wanna blow job or a hand job. Or they wanna blow me. Helps that I know what to work with. So you wanna top, right?”

“I’m not bottoming. Not for a…an escort.” It comes out harsher than he expected.

Dean puts his hands up. “Easy, easy. Some guys like to be dominated, is all, specially suits. Just establishing boundaries.”

“I don’t want to establish boundaries. I just want to get on with it,” Castiel says, feeling a little uneasy at the small talk. Most of the time it’s just been a few words on price, then straight down to it. He’s not much of a talker at the best of times, and tonight he’s not really in the mood for saying anything.

Dean whips his head around to stare at Castiel, opening his mouth before stopping himself, closing it again and breathing heavily. He grits his teeth when he says, “Ok, fine. You want me to blow you first?”

Castiel thinks for a moment. “Yes, yes I do. Are you any good?”

“Never had any complaints. Had people pay extra for the privilege actually. Got a something of a reputation, you might say.”


“Yes, really,” Dean snaps, which causes Castiel to look up. Dean breathes, before falling to his knees and crawling towards Castiel. God, he’s beautiful Castiel thinks. It’s such a shame. Dean reaches Castiel and starts to mouth at the growing erection through his pants. His mouth feels so good, and Castiel can’t help but whimper when Dean starts to undo his pants, pulling the belt out of its loops and sending it clattering to the side before pulling them down. He mouths at his boxers, and Castiel’s cock grows to full hardness, reveling in the tempting warmth coming from Dean’s mouth. Castiel’s never had anyone pay this much attention to him before. Usually, it’s straight down to it, no preamble, no foreplay.

Dean continues, making a wet patch on Castiel’s boxers as he works his mouth over his clothed cock. Eventually when Castiel is aching with want, dripping, Dean pulls his boxers down.

“You have a nice cock,” Dean says, blowing cool air across the slit, making Castiel shiver. “Gonna feel so good in my mouth. Bet you taste good too.” He licks the tip and Castiel shudders, angling his hips forwards and urging Dean to take him in his mouth.

Dean complies, taking him down nearly all the way, and Castiel is momentarily shocked at how expertly he can deep-throat. Dean begins sucking, tongue flicking at the skin just underneath the head. It’s good, probably the best blow job Castiel’s had in a while. It helps that Dean is probably the best-looking guy he’s ever been with, that given different circumstances Castiel would totally want him. “Oh yes. That feels…wonderful,” Castiel moans, whimpering a little when Dean’s hand cups his balls as he sucks him. Yes, definitely the best blow job he’s had.

Castiel tips his head back and groans. He starts to move, starts to fuck Dean’s mouth while Dean just kneels there and takes it, making obscene slurping and sucking noises. Castiel can feel himself getting close to the edge so he pulls back, pulling Dean off. “I think we’d better get on the bed,” he says, even though looking the filthy sheets don’t look particularly inviting.

“Yeah,” Dean replies, voice rough. He stands up, walking over to the bed and inspecting the sheets. “Kinda place you need a UV ray, right?”

Castiel looks confused. “I don’t understand.”

“You know, so’s the stains show up like on those TV shows.”

“Oh, right. I don’t watch much television.”

“Yeah, I gathered that.”

“Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter. I mean, we’re not going to be clean either so I guess it’s kind of fitting with what we’re doing here; a few stains won’t make any difference.”

“What did you say?”

Castiel looks up, and sees Dean staring at him, something unreadable in his eyes. He sighs. “I said we’re not going to be doing anything particularly clean either.” Castiel sighs, becoming frustrated by the whole situation. He’s still hard and he’s desperate for a fuck, the sensation of Dean’s mouth on his cock minutes before making him harder and hornier than ever. “Look, I mean no offense but I’ve had enough of the small talk. I’ve had a really shitty day, and I just want to unwind. Just get on the bed so I can fuck you and go home. Please?”

Dean’s eyes widen. “You think I want sex with you now, after you’ve said that? You know for a handsome guy you’re acting like a dick. This is how you unwind? Hire an escort and treat him like shit?”

“I’m sorry? I don’t think…”

“You heard what I said. You hire an escort, treat him like shit, get your rocks off and then you’re done, yeah?”

“I don’t…”

Dean’s staring at Castiel, fists clenching, jaw square as he grits his teeth. “This make you feel like a big man? I’ve done nothing but be nice to you, be professional and all you’ve done is act like a dick the whole time.”

Castiel is enraged and confused in equal measure. Yes, he knows he’s in a bad mood, and yes, he’s probably been acting like more of an idiot than usual but he’s been putting up with shit the whole day and he’s not about to start again with a rent boy. “How dare you? I’m <i>paying</i> for your company, and if this is how you react then...then…”

“Fuck you, man! Fuck you.” Dean picks up his t shirt and pulls it on quickly. “Keep your fucking money, I don’t want it. Just cos you hired me doesn’t mean you get to treat me like shit. You wanna push someone around, go back to your crappy office job and shout at the intern if it makes you feel powerful.”

Castiel’s breathing hard, trying to get his words out. “You don’t know anything about me.”

Dean laughs bitterly. “No, I don’t. I bet no one else does either and you know what, you don’t know anything about me either. You just flash your cash and make assumptions. I get enough shit thrown at me for doing this job as it is; I don’t need some self-righteous asshole treating me like something they wiped off their shoe.”

“You think you’re going to get a better offer tonight? I would have paid you enough to keep you off the streets for a week.”

“Yeah, well, I got something you haven’t, buddy. I got self respect; can’t buy that. You got the room for the next hour. Do whatever the hell you want with it, because I’m going. This ‘rent boy’s got better things to be doing than be insulted to a prick like you. Have a great life, Mr. ‘I Don’t Do Small Talk.’ Sure weren’t saying that when my lips were wrapped around your dick.”

With that, Dean opens the door and walks out, leaving Castiel standing there, dumbfounded. He’s just been insulted by a prostitute, and abandoned in a shitty hotel room. A prostitute with apparent principles, no less.

He sits down on the bed, realizing his pants are still undone, dick flaccid and cold now. His face is flaming, both with the flush of arousal and embarrassment. He tucks himself back in tidies up, walking out of the room and down the stairs. When he gets into his car, he can still smell the lingering scent of Dean’s cologne and sits for a while, contemplating. He’s hired a prostitute and was such an idiot he didn’t even get down to the good part, he thinks bitterly as he eventually starts the engine. Sometimes, he thinks, he gets exactly what he deserves; a suitably sordid end to a suitably shitty day.
Current Mood: bouncybouncy
Hana of the Clan Anorexi-Lion: castielc00kie on January 30th, 2011 09:17 pm (UTC)
OH OH OH. I didn't know I needed this fic until I read it but omg. Cas is such an asshole, but it's made better by Dean calling him out on it. And yay for Dean for not letting Cas walk all over him.

You must write more of this, please.
Carmexgirl: Castiel halocarmexgirl on January 30th, 2011 10:40 pm (UTC)
Castiel is being a bit of an asshole, and though Dean needs the cash, he's not about lose what litte self respect he has. Somehow I think Cas is gonna regret being such a dick.

More soon :D
Hana of the Clan Anorexi-Lion: dean cas never alonec00kie on January 30th, 2011 11:39 pm (UTC)
Yay! For both the regretting and there being more!

Hallie Jadeangelshandprint on February 1st, 2011 05:44 pm (UTC)
OMG YAY! Dean was very DEAN in here, and I love this beginning. Can't wait for more
cazzycurse666cazzycurse666 on January 30th, 2011 09:39 pm (UTC)
Wooo go Dean! dont let him walk all over you!

Kinda feel sorry for Cas he seems to be alittle on the self conscious side as well as an uptight arsehole :P
Cas your as pretty as fuck....CHILL OUT!

more soon? :P xxx
Carmexgirlcarmexgirl on January 30th, 2011 10:42 pm (UTC)
Yes, Cas is a little self conscious. He's also stuck in a rut and his only outlet is to be pissy with people. Although, he may come to regret his attitude because you can't keep taking your crappy lot out on other people.

More soon, I promise!
takhallus: DeanCastakhallus on January 30th, 2011 09:41 pm (UTC)

love love love love love times a million!

More soon?
Carmexgirl: Dean Castielcarmexgirl on January 30th, 2011 10:44 pm (UTC)
Yes, more soon when I can get down to writing it! I wanted to see how this part went down first...

Glad you liked it!
caz2y5caz2y5 on January 30th, 2011 10:25 pm (UTC)
Interesting. I mean if Dean has enough self respect to walk out on a john that wasn't that rude he must not really need the money that badly.
Carmexgirlcarmexgirl on January 30th, 2011 10:36 pm (UTC)
I think it's more that Dean wants a modicum of respect, which is not something that Castiel gives him. I guess he knows he's pretty good looking so he can easily get another John if he wants. Also, it might not be him that needs the money...

Thanks for reading!
caz2y5: glee grandmacaz2y5 on January 30th, 2011 11:02 pm (UTC)
Well i hope there is more so i can find out the pretext for why Dean is doing it then.
Courtneysiennis on January 30th, 2011 11:32 pm (UTC)
Okay you have to write more to this! You gotta make it all better :) ♥
Carmexgirlcarmexgirl on January 31st, 2011 06:05 pm (UTC)
He he, I'll try! There definitely will be more though :D
Kevin Jonesmulder200 on January 31st, 2011 01:00 am (UTC)
Wow! Cas certainly knows how to make a great first impression. NOT!

Good for Dean for telling him off and having respect for himself.

Honestly, I would love to see more of this. It's an awesome beginning.
Carmexgirl: Castiel doorcarmexgirl on January 31st, 2011 06:07 pm (UTC)
Yeah, Cas has been a bit of an ass, but hopefully he realises that. I think Dean's not too hot on hooker etiquette himself, otherwise he may have just gritted his teeth, did the deed and took the money. Ah boys! So silly sometimes :D
Melissa the Damgel: OMG YAY!g33kg1rl on January 31st, 2011 06:14 am (UTC)
D: Holy Crap!! I demand more! this was awesome! I love the fact Dean totally got Cas' case about him being a dick, and at the same time, not acting like a hooker at all! He really was acting like an escort ((which makes my overactive imagination wonder if that's what he WAS and got FIRED and this is his first night as a rent boy XD )) because he was so polite and upbeat and even seemed to really be enjoying everything while asking him questions. <3 love it!

So yes; again, I hope there will be more soon! The ending was such a surprise and made me laugh at the way Castiel got whipped, and yet I couldn't help but feel bad for him because seriously..... he's had the worst day EVER. XD brilliant though! I'm excited to see what happens~!

~Melissa the Damgel
Carmexgirl: Castiel confusedcarmexgirl on January 31st, 2011 06:09 pm (UTC)
Oohh, I only hope I can deliver, then!

Hmmm...Dean not used to being a rent boy huh? My lips are sealed, ha ha#! Castiel totally had the whipping coming. I mean, he was rude for no good reason other than a crappy day. He needs other ways to express his anger or unwind, because he could find himself missing out on something great.
Melissa the Damgel: Smexg33kg1rl on February 1st, 2011 03:51 am (UTC)
mmmmm *purrs* yes~ I agree. Cas needs to get himself together so he can truly appreciate all that Dean has to offer~

and you are such a tease! (then again, that just makes it all the more exciting to find out what happens next <3! )
leaffit: Dean gunsleaffit on January 31st, 2011 07:08 am (UTC)
I wouldn't mind seeing a continuation of this AT ALL, loved it and love it that Dean stood up for himself. (also that Dean called him handsome lol) and the ending was perfect, that Castiel realizes he got what he deserved.
Carmexgirlcarmexgirl on January 31st, 2011 06:11 pm (UTC)
Thanks, it's great to hear you say that. I don't think Dean would be Dean if he didn't stand up for himself, and as for calling Cas handsome...well, he's not blind!

I'm sure Cas will realise he got what he deserves. Let's hope he can make amends, somehow.
leaffit: Dean/Cas Kissleaffit on January 31st, 2011 06:34 pm (UTC)
I was going to say I really hope that means there will be more soon (that you are hoping Cas can make amends) and then I see on other comments you said 'more soon'! I'm really glad and look forward to it :D
ur_a_funny_1ur_a_funny_1 on January 31st, 2011 07:23 am (UTC)
oooh~ i like where this is going :) can't wait for more!
Carmexgirl: Casitel and Dean green roomcarmexgirl on January 31st, 2011 06:11 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Glad you liked it.
Laraneialaraneia on January 31st, 2011 11:26 am (UTC)
This needs a sequel, like, right now! Totally fantastic fic! :D
Carmexgirl: Castiel will save mecarmexgirl on January 31st, 2011 06:12 pm (UTC)
Maybe not right now, but in the next few days...who knows?

So glad you liked it!
Giuliae0wyn on January 31st, 2011 11:20 pm (UTC)
This was really good! I hope it's the beginning of something and that you'll continue it because this story has got a lot of potential. Loved the premises, so much you could tell I guess :p

Cas thought he had every right to treat Dean like this but it turns out that it's not what the universe had in mind... and I'm glad it did!

Please write more?
Carmexgirlcarmexgirl on February 1st, 2011 06:56 pm (UTC)
I'm writing more--I only hope it lives up to your expectations! I'm really glad you liked it--yup, Cas has no right to treat Dean like he did but I'll let you into a secret, he realises that pretty soon :D
streamengenius: Misfits- Simon smiling.streamengenius on February 1st, 2011 02:37 am (UTC)
ohh I'm excited to heard that there's moreee
Carmexgirlcarmexgirl on February 1st, 2011 06:55 pm (UTC)
OMG SIMON! Love him!

Thanks--hope you like what I come up with!
333 - Halfway to Hellscyllaya on February 2nd, 2011 04:04 pm (UTC)
I would definitely love to read more from this story.
Carmexgirlcarmexgirl on February 2nd, 2011 07:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I've just posted the next part--hope you like it :D
nyx_010nyx_010 on February 3rd, 2011 01:56 am (UTC)
What the flying penguin is gherkin?

Oh, and GO DEAN! This is a cool story.
Carmexgirl: Casitel and Dean green roomcarmexgirl on February 3rd, 2011 07:58 am (UTC)
It's a small cucumber-type thing, usually pickled. McDonland's usually put them on their burgers...horrible things!

Yup, Dean needed to kick some ass there and he certainly did. Thanks for reading!
Captain Nommers of the Tastypants Brigadesecondplatypus on March 15th, 2011 05:01 am (UTC)
I don't know why I love douchebag-Cas so much, but in the right hands, paired with a well-written Dean, I can't get enough of him.
This is amazing, and I'm so happy there's more.
*scurries off to read*