@CastielNovak Thank you to all of the fans who showed up at the bar. I got the compliment "best wingman ever" because of you all.
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Castiel put his phone down and groaned. He really didn't want to go out again. Two nights in a row of pure social interaction would kill him.

He continued his strokes, sighing when he finished. His hand and arm hurt from the strenuous work. This painting was for a two hour long class, an idea that he didn't even plan. He just painted, a release he needed after the stress of the past few days.

The studio was empty and he blared music loudly throughout the building. He didn't know how to dance at all, but he did when he was alone. "Angel With A Shotgun" by The Cab was playing and he couldn't deny spinning around the room as he went to grab new paint colors.

He didn't realize what he was painting until he was done. He had come up with the idea on the spot. He was zoned out almost the entire time. He backed away and immediately his face flushed.

It was a galaxy background. He had used a deep navy blue to coat the top of the sky with a mediocre cerulean blue towards the middle. He lightly streaked a lilac purple in the center, weaving it down the canvas. He blended them together slightly, giving it a galaxy affect. While he danced, he put a glob of white paint on the top of his paintbrush and flicked it onto the canvas. He wasn't expecting it to land on his face as well and blinked in shock.

He had also painted a specific symbol on top of the galaxy: Dean's tattoo.

He flushed in embarrassment but, after an internal argument, decided to use it anyway. He figured it was a popular symbol he had seen before and that Dean wouldn't see it. Dean hated painters, as he so often said, so why would he randomly look at his business's artwork?

He placed it behind Charlie's desk with a sticky note beside it. In all capital letters, it read:
PLEASE ENTER
INTO CALENDAR.
THANK YOU,
CASTIEL

He then retreated to his office and flicked on the light switch. Cas removed his apron and placed it on its hook. He picked up his trenchcoat and turned the light back off once again, heading out of the room and locking it.

He had a class at 3pm he needed to get ready for and the first class wasn't until 1pm. He decided against scheduling a class that morning because there was a kid's party scheduled at 11. He knew he had to supervise the class, his younger sister Anna teaching, and didn't think Gabe should be teaching at both 10am and 1pm.

He picked up the remote to turn off the music and clicked the button that said 'POWER'. It didn't work. Castiel was confused and hit the button several more times. He was beginning to become frustrated.

Well, as it turns out, he was clicking the button below the power. It was a button that Charlie had previously removed the label to, stating something about "baby-proofing the remote" since Castiel couldn't understand how it operated. He knew basic things like how to post on Twitter but couldn't operate a remote.

Upon realizing, he clicked the correct button and the music shut off. He proceeded out the revolving door and bent down, sticking the key in the lock on the bottom of the door. He twisted it and the bolt engaged, securing it to the ground. He stood and pushed, testing the lock. The door pushed back and stayed in its original position.

He made his way to the store. He had to buy the groceries for the family considering Raphael was unemployed, Lucifer only worked night shift, Anna loved after school snacks, dad was away on a book tour, and Gabe loved his sweets. He was, also, the only one who could afford it.

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He wiped the towel across his face, his stubble scratching upon it. He opened his shower door and it clicked as it shut. He stared at himself in his fogged mirror. Cas couldn't see much except his figure and he sighed.

He hated not acting like himself. He was constantly on guard and self-conscious about how he looked. That was why he constantly wore his suit and tie; he had worn it before, to his prom, and he remembered getting more compliments than he had ever gotten on that singular outfit. That was why he constantly tried to perfect his hair. He had thought of himself as a failed attempt at being a people-pleaser up until he got into art.

He had started painting in his senior year, an elective he was forced to take because he was short on credits. He flourished, a natural Picasso. Within a month, the art teachers had already moved him from Intro to Painting into AP Painting. He had finally found something he enjoyed.

Of course, his classmates were full of envy. They belittled him, picking on every flaw they could find. They hated how he was praised by the teachers and was able to skip years. They were jealous.

He thought they were his friends giving constructive criticism. They put up an act and acted like his best friends. It, apparently, gave them the opportunity to be blunt and insult Castiel to his face. He was too naïve to notice.

So, one day, when they noticed Cas running around frantically because he had missed the bus, they offered him a ride home. He accepted with a bright smile on his face and got in the car. When he had gotten out, his stomach was sore and his ribs were bruised. His favorite painting had been torn and his fragile heart shattered.

But like his parents had said, as long as he wasn't coming home with bruises, he was okay. And they were used to seeing these bruises on him.

Whenever Castiel's brother tried to pick on him, there would be no actual reprimanding. Just an "I don't want Child Services coming around here, so don't do it again" was said and the bruises started to show in places no one else could see.

He walked around with a broken rib for eight weeks until he fell in gym class, one of his ex-best friends had ran into him, that he actually went to the doctor's for help. He told everyone that he had been mugged a few days prior and it wasn't the other kid's fault. Of course, there were new marks to replace the old ones. He lied about the mugging to make his dad proud and not bring Child Services home.

The mirror had unfogged within moments after he opened his bathroom door. Castiel stared back at his frozen eyes, sorrow having filled his body. He looked at the scars across his chest and stomach, remembering the exact words being repeated to him as the knife was pressed against his skin and blood trickled down his body: "You'll never be anything. Stop fighting." Cas hated as the other person insulted him. It was a frequent thing he couldn't escape from. He didn't enjoy the pain he got because he knew he didn't deserve it.

He took a deep breath and bent down, drying both himself and the floor. He hadn't realized his phone buzzing on the counter of the sink. He picked it up to see Dean had texted an address along with Bring ones. He had remembered Dean's ominous message from this morning vividly and was confused as to why it was repeated.

He put his phone down and picked up his scentblockers again. It had been a habit ever since he presented as an Omega at the age of 18. The only way he could buy scentblockers was through an online website. It had such powerful firewalls that almost nobody could hack. All deliveries were discreet and couldn't be tracked.

It wasn't illegal to be an Omega, but it wasn't really legal either. Majority of Omega's were murdered or had moved countries to where it was more accepted. They only made up about 3% of the population.

He softly massaged the scentblockers into his skin, rubbing gently across his scent glands as they were very sensitive. They were located in between the collarbone and the neck. It was the most sensitive and most arousing spot on the body and, if scented, gave away the person's second gender.

He put the bottle back down on his counter, tucked away behind his hair spray, gel, and numerous other things he felt he needed to be more attractive.

But, tonight, he wasn't going to use any of it. His fans thought he looked way better with his messy hair anyway. He took a break from his thoughts to shave, his goatee almost had been fully grown in. Now, his short stubble was back.

He left his bathroom and opened his closet for another pair of dress pants and a white button-down. He decided against the suit jacket and his trenchcoat as he remembered Dean discarding them the night prior.

He slipped on his new, black dress shoes and retreated back to the mirror. He decided against his blue tie, as it was now covered with paint from the morning. Castiel slipped his cell into his pocket. He rolled up his sleeves again and upon further inspection, shut off the light.

He exited his room and grabbed his keys from the half wall next to his door before leaving the house.

He set in mind how he needs to go to the ATM for money.

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Castiel had shown up twenty minutes late to the address. Music boomed from inside and he approached the Impala cautiously. He lightly knocked upon the window to get Dean's attention.

Dean visibly jumped. He exited the car quickly. "What the fuck, man? You're late."

Castiel put his head down slowly, refusing eye contact. "I apologize. The machine would not let me take out a lot of ones. I had to drive around looking for different ones."

"Well, don't do it again. I could've been doing way more important things than waiting around for you," Dean huffed, walking inside.

Cas followed him reluctantly, figuring he wouldn't like to upset Dean again. He was stunned at the interior.

To the left was a bar lit by neon purple lights. In front of them was a stage and a pole stood in the middle of it. A topless woman danced around it and money laid all around the stage. She swiftly picked it up and shoved it into her leather short shorts. The men cheered as she did so. The only beta scent he could smell were the women.

Cas had only ever seen this in adult films or movies or read it in books. He didn't know what to do so he awkwardly waited next to Dean for him to move.

Dean looked over towards the right of the stage to the rooms. The walls were a glittery black and the 'door' was a velvet red curtain. He followed Dean to the bar and stood behind him as he asked, "Are any of the rooms available?"

The bartender looked up from the glass he was cleaning to respond, "Yeah. Only room 15, though." He looked between Cas and Dean speculatively. "That's the only room we've got for couples."

Cas turned beet red and sputtered on his words. Dean spoke over him, "No, we're not a couple. We're not gay."

Wrong. I am, Castiel thought to himself. The words almost spilled from his lips but he sealed them tight. He used to be bisexual but, lately, women haven't been that sexually appealing to him. He didn't bother to correct Charlie when she set up that party for him. It wasn't that big of a deal.

The guy shrugged. "Well, the only other room we've got is room 4. It's a double but the both openings are available."

Dean nodded, "Okay. Are Starla and Carmen available?"

The bartender put his glass down and made his way to the computer system. "Carmen is. The only other girl available is Jo."

Dean nodded again. "Thanks," he said, making his way across the club to room 4.

There were two couches in the room facing each other on adjacent walls. The couches were a few feet from the wall. They sat down, one on each couch, and Castiel decided to ask questions. "What is this?"

Dean appeared confused. "What is what, Jack?"

"This room," he answered, looking around it yet again. He took a moment to brush his hand through his dark hair.

"Have you never been to a strip club before?" Dean questioned incredulously.

"No," he stated, making eye contact.

"It's a VIP room," he said.

Two girls walked in and stood by the small table in the middle of the room. Both women were blond, one bigger breasted than the other. The smaller one had on a skimpy bathing suit top with fishnet pants on under her spandex shorts. The bigger breasted girl was wearing a see-through shirt, a sticker covering each nipple. She was wearing spandex, too. She also had bangs. Both women wore super pointy heels that glimmered in the lighting.

"Hey, Dean," both women cooed, smiling and waving seductively.

"You want the regular?" the blond with bangs asked.

"Yeah, and him, too," Dean answered coyly.

The smaller lady spoke next. "Which one of us do you want?"

Dean smiled and stood, gently tugging on her hand to pull her closer.

"That'll be around four," the other one said. It was odd how they alternated speaking.

Cas fished in his pocket and opened his wallet. He removed four $100 bills and put it on the table before sitting back down.

Dean looked at him, clearly annoyed. Cas knew that was going to get him yelled at later and he didn't know whether to be excited or embarrassed. The woman in the see-through shirt approached Castiel and bent down to nibble on his ear. "Mmm, baby, your cologne smells amazing," she hummed in his ear.

He backed his head away and looked in a different direction sheepishly. He knew for a fact this time that she was smelling the scentblockers but he still worried.

"Don't be nervous, sweetheart. Just relax," she whispered seductively. She spread his legs open and traced a hand up his stomach to his chest as she walked around the couch. They were relatively small, more so resembling a recliner as it was a single seater. Her finger lingered as it ran across his deltoid, behind his neck, and across the other deltoid and back down. She danced along to the song as it started approaching the chorus.

I've been watching you, all night
I need her body, tonight

She stopped in front of him and turned around, lowering herself against Cas's crotch and shaking her rear.

Wait now, let me get it first
Going down to your back, muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Go up, down to the dirt
Take a lil' till your back muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse

She continued, sometimes alternating to slow grinding. Castiel sat there awkwardly as he tuned out the rest of the song. She got up to put her legs on either side of him and press down against him again.

He knew he should find this sexually appealing and should be extremely turned on but he wasn't. Women weren't his thing. The girl lifted Cas's hands from his side and placed them on her hips. "It's okay, love. You don't have to be nervous," she cooed quietly. "You're pretty cute, you know."

Cas forced an awkward smile and looked down at where they touched.

"First time?" she questioned as she got up to continue her dance. Cas nodded as she leaned close, acting as if she were going in for a kiss. He didn't even flinch. "Don't be nervous. Relax, baby."

He looked over to see Dean making out with the other girl, roughly gripping her hips and guiding her as she grinded down on him. She pulled away to turn around and slowly push herself back down onto him. She smiled as she saw Cas looking and untied her top, letting it fall to the floor.

Cas looked away again as he embarrassingly grew hard. And not from the fact the girl had just taken her top off. It was because he had imagined himself in the girl's position: grinding down on his new friend.

The girl on top of Cas grinned and replied, "There you go, honey. There's no shame if you like watching them." She leaned forward and used her nose to move his face back towards the direction of Dean and the stripper. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and continued with her dance.

She knew he wasn't getting anything from it but he was paying her to dance so she did. Cas continued embarrassingly watching as Dean eyed the girl in front of him. He threw his head back, closed his eyes, and bit his lip as she kissed the opposite side of his neck. Cas imagined Dean licking his own scent gland and bit his lip as he was fully erect. He shuffled in his seat as his member pressed harshly against his zipper.

When the stripper in front of Castiel ground down on him again, he stopped her with a hand on his hip. She smiled and sat on the cushioned armrest next to him. She leaned down and wrapped her arm around his neck, holding him closely as she figured he'd like to keep her question private. "How long have you known?"

Cas looked at her suspiciously. His member throbbed painfully in his pants as he asked, "Known what?"

"That you're gay, silly," she smiled, jokingly teasing him.

He blushed again. "What had given it away?" he mumbled, clearly embarrassed.

"The way you looked at him, mainly." She looked back at them and then back at Cas, giggling. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Didn't want them being suspicious. I'm assuming he doesn't know?" the stripper asked. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Do you want some of your money back then?"

Cas shook his head again. "That is not necessary. I very much so appreciate the offer, but I have to decline. You worked for the money."

She smiled and giggled again. "Why, thank you," she giggled loudly.

He put up a finger and reached his hand back into his back pocket and pulled out a wad of cash that would have clearly been uncomfortable to sit on. He reached his hand towards her as if paying her again. She took the money from him, confused.

"What's this for?" she asked, referring to the money.

"For keeping my secret safe," he smiled. His hard on was still raging furiously and he couldn't push it away.

She looked through the stack about three inches thick, folded, and looked back up at him. "I can't take this money," she said, voice full of guilt.

"And keeping my identity safe," he continued, "even though you don't know me."

"Well, I'm Carmen."

"Castiel."

"Wait, Castiel?" she whispered incredulously.

"Yes? Wait for what?" he said, tilting his head sideways in confusion.

"Castiel Novak?" she questioned.

"Yes? Why are you repeating my name?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"I've heard about you and seen a few of your paintings. I follow you on Twitter but I'm never on there anymore. How many followers are you at now? Three thousand?"

Cas responded, "No. Six million."

She almost fell back off the couch in shock. Castiel grabbed her hand and held her there. "Six million?!"

Dean and the other stripper pulled away from each other to look. Cas and Carmen didn't notice. "Yes, six million. Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, just wow. I must have missed a lot. And didn't you live in Pontiac?"

"Yes, I did."

"Why did you move here?"

He looked and noticed Dean and the other girl were watching. The girl asked, "You okay?"

Carmen looked up at her. "Yeah, I'm good, Jo." The two went back to their own thing.

Cas leaned further towards Carmen. "I moved here to open my own studio."

She was ecstatic. She felt like a mom that didn't get to watch her kid grow up but saw him years later. She used to be one of his top fans until the accident. She hadn't been on Twitter much after that. "That's awesome, Castiel. I'm so proud of you," she hugged him tightly. "You look so much different now," she said, pulling away to admire him closer.

"I suppose so," he shrugged.

"Are you sure I can have this? If you need it, I don't want to take it from you," Carmen says.

"Please, take it. I do not need it."

"You make so much money you can just hand it out?" she said in shock.

Shuffling could be heard on the other side of the room along with murmuring. "I have made about half a million in the past month, so yes."

She was speechless. "Thank you," was all she was able to say before Dean approached.

Castiel was soft by now but he blushed upon seeing him again. He wanted to push those prior thoughts away. "You good to go, buddy?" Dean said, clearly faking a smile. He was still annoyed about Cas paying.

He gulped and his member slightly stirred in his pants in anticipation. He felt guilty for it but knowing it was wrong only made it better.

"It was nice to meet you in person, Carmen," Castiel said, standing from his spot. She was still dumbfounded so the two left the establishment.

Once outside, the chill hit them. Castiel was now cold without his suit jacket or trenchcoat. He stood behind Dean as he stopped at the front door of Baby. He turned to face him. "What was that?"

"What was what, Dean?"

"'Nice to finally meet you'? Her almost falling off the couch? She wasn't even dancing!" Dean yelled, his Alpha voice slightly came out and it was enough to make Cas fully erect. Something about a guy taking charge was arousing to him.

"We did better talking. I had met her beforehand, online," he muttered, not entirely lying.

"Why did you pay? I always pay," Dean said angrily. He was throwing a hissy fit like a five year old.

He didn't answer. He didn't have a good excuse other than he wanted to be polite.

Dean put his hand on his face and slammed other hand lightly on Baby. "Goddamnit, Jack. You're killing me," is all he said before entering Baby and driving off. Cas was now the one dumbfounded and he stood there for a few moments before walking away, his hard on needing attention.

Hi this is literally the longest chapter i've ever written it's taken me nearly six hours but I fell asleep for a lil and wrote these last two paragraphs in a haze lolol im tired as fuck rip. This chapter is almost 4000 words ugh

Yay some mature content. Both dean and cas are friends now and next chapter is sabriel! Sorry for the sadness this chapter but i had to go into his backstory

Okay if i dont go back to sleep now i wont ever. I love you all and i hope you all have a great rest of your days. Thank you for reading. Make sure you comment, vote, and share. Byee