Hello, readers! I know I am losing my mind. I currently am writing/posting three different stories! First of all I have no connection to the CW network. LOL Also, don't fret over Castiel and Dean being romantically involved with other people. It will only be in the first two chapters. The two douche bags (the dudes they are with) are an essential part of the plot.

Twenty two year old Castiel Novak pulled the chord of his spacious LA condo's sand colored venetian blinds to reveal a breathtaking view of the City of Angel's busy nightlife. A multitude of headlights congested the avenue in front of his building reminding the blue eyed man of dragonflies. He stretched his arms up almost touching the popcorn ceiling. Strong arms circled his tapered waist. Kisses rained down his exposed spine. Castiel leaned backwards and closed his eyes as his lover slid his hand inside his low hung black sweatpants. "Why aren't you getting ready," Daniel Hunter, his boyfriend and fellow struggling actor mouthed into Cas' arched neck. His hand pumped the taller man's shaft. Castiel planted his sweaty palms against the sliding glass doors which led to a large balcony.

Castiel was close to coming but instead of focusing the delicious sensations his lover was causing within him; the Pontiac, Illinois native thought about how they would not be able to afford next month's rent and the lease on the Porsche Daniel drove. His boyfriend was a thoughtful and generous lover. Sometimes Castiel wondered if that was the main reason he remained at the cocky Brit's side.

Most of his young life, Cas never had someone show him affection. His parents had him when they were in their fifties. Everyone who came into contact with the Novaks referred to Castiel as their miracle. Mr. Novak died of leukemia, when Castiel was six years old. He barely remembers his father; except for a family album his mother left him in her will. Mrs. Novak followed her husband to the great beyond six years later.

Castiel was sent to live with his Aunt Hester, who was as a strict disciplinarian. Cas was painfully shy as a child. Once he began high school, he decided to join the theatre club to overcome his crippling shyness. It did the trick because whenever Castiel was up onstage, he was a completely different person. He started off portraying background characters until he worked his way up to the role of Danny Zuko in his senior class' production of Grease.

The seventeen year old Novak was unaware a recruiter from Northwestern University was in attendance for the institution's drama department on opening night. The woman was very impressed with his overall performance and approached him after the show. Castiel was over the moon, when the Northwestern employee offered him a full scholarship. He would no longer have to live under the same roof with Hester, the diabolical nun!

Castiel left Pontiac in the summer after graduation. At first he hardly made friends since was never a social butterfly and he'd immersed himself in his studies. It was during tryouts for Northwestern's winter showcase of Cabaret that Castiel met Daniel Hunter, a 5'10 blond Brit with craggy features and blue eyes that were even more striking than Cas' own. Daniel wore a tight navy turtleneck sweater which brought out his otherworldly eyes more and showcased his chiseled chest.

Luckily the two of them tried out for different roles and got them: Castiel got the male lead role of Cliff Bradshaw and Daniel was the Emcee. Daniel was a year older than Cas but the Brit was sophisticated and worldly beyond his young age. He took the college freshman under his wing. After a successful opening night, Castiel lost his virginity to the sexy Brit. Daniel graduated from Northwestern first and moved to LA. He and Castiel held a long distance relationship until the brunet joined his boyfriend a year later.

Daniel performed in small local theater productions and began to lose patience. Castiel on the other hand liked working at a public library part time. He landed a Pepsi commercial and a role as a barista in a daytime soap opera. The pay was peanuts but Cas was content dipping his feet in the cutthroat entertainment industry.

On the other hand, Daniel was extremely ambitious and materialistic. He worked ten hours a week as a personal trainer at LA Fitness. The money he made was used exclusively to update his wardrobe and get new headshots every two months. Daniel refused to wear anything that didn't have a Tom Ford or Armani label. Most of his fights with Castiel revolved around his overspending money which they didn't have.

Daniel always criticized his lover's wardrobe and tended to make him change many of the times they went out. He would always say the same thing. "Castiel, darling…the grungy look is hot on Johnny Depp not on you." Then he would lead Cas to their master bedroom and dress the man himself. Castiel felt like a Ken Doll and hated it.

Castiel came all over Daniel's hand. His palms slid down the smooth glass surface of the sliding doors. He turned around to see his boyfriend leisurely suck all of Cas' jizz from his fingers. Daniel kissed Cas hard on the mouth and ran his hand through his natural bedhead. "I set up an outfit which will make you one of the hottest blokes at the club tonight," Daniel said as he spanked Castiel's hard buns.

"Why can't we celebrate on our own tonight?" Castiel entered their bedroom and pulled down his sweatpants. He headed to the en suite bathroom.

"Because I finally landed a real fucking gig and most of the crew is meeting at Supper Club Hollywood tonight. Come on, it's not every day one of us gets the main villain role in a theatrical superhero movie!" Daniel applied $25 gel on his straight blond hair.

Castiel took a quick shower and shaved before returning to the bedroom. Daniel was almost dressed. He adjusted the new silver Omega watch he purchased on his American Express card which reached its limit last week. Cas adjusted Daniel's blue tie. The shade matched the Brit's eyes. Daniel glanced at his watch. "Hurry up, love…it's almost ten."

Cas dragged himself to the king size bed and fetched the black slacks Daniel had selected for him. His boyfriend helped him dress. Ten minutes later, Daniel applied some of his gel on Cas' disheveled dark chocolate locks. "This hair of yours has a mind of its own. I've wasted half of the bottle on it. I give up!"

"Can we make a brief appearance and leave? I am really tired. We worked over time on the show today." Castiel slipped on a pair of shiny black loafers Daniel bought on his credit card obviously.

"I plan on staying until closing time. I swear to God, Castiel, you act like an elderly man. Tonight is the perfect opportunity for you to schmooze with some industry players. Naomi is not cutting it as your agent. I mean you have like one a line per episode on that vomit inducing soap and she only booked you one commercial. You're not getting any younger." Daniel fetched the Porsche's key and vacated the bedroom.

Castiel buttoned up the dark grey vest he donned and followed his boyfriend at a slow pace. Now that Daniel was going to have an integral role in a film with a budget over $100 million would he still want him around? Cas swallowed hard. He would remain working for the soap until something better came along. But how long would that be? Daniel was correct. Cas was almost twenty three and his resume was not impressive at all. He wouldn't dream of getting rid of Naomi as his agent. She was caring and loaned him money, when he and Daniel couldn't come up with their condo's rent.

Daniel drove the vintage Porsche through the congested streets of Hollywood Blvd. Castiel didn't want to kill his boyfriend's jubilant mood but what he had to say couldn't wait. "We barely have half of the rent money for next month and I don't know how you're going to make the car's payment." He gazed outside the passenger window.

The Brit rolled his eyes. "You can be quite the buzz kill." He momentarily glanced at his boyfriend, who frowned at the moment.

"Sorry, love…don't worry. I'm getting my first paycheck next week. I'm buying the car and will pay for the next two months' rent."

Castiel whipped his head to the left. "What?! There are more pressing things to pay for…like your massive credit cards debt! You have a problem, Daniel. You don't know how to manage money."

"Life is too fucking short to live it worrying over money. I plan on buying this car and that's final. I've always wanted to own a sexy car like this one."

They arrived at the club. A valet attendant waited for Daniel to hand him the key. Castiel was livid with his boyfriend. He hated the materialistic and frivolous side to Daniel. He was surprised to see them last so long as a couple. They were complete opposites.

Daniel knew Castiel was furious with him. He playfully placed a black fedora over Castiel's head. "There much better, love. Now your sex hair won't be distracting this evening." The couple walked a few steps. Daniel gave his name to the man in the front of the building and the bald man in an expensive suit bade them entrance.

A statuesque waitress dressed in a crimson and black negligee appeared in front of them carrying a tray. She offered two welcome shots to the newly arrived duo. Daniel gulped his down and Castiel drank his Sparkling Blueberry sake in two sips. She led them to a table by the wall close to the DJ booth. Calvin Harris was the guest DJ and played house music.

The tables were arranged in a U shape form making room in the center for dancing. Instead of seats, white couches used by the patrons and the tables were beds. Daniel and Castiel walked by a cage where a tall muscular man dressed in spandex danced provocatively in a cage. This was so not Cas' scene.

When they reached the reserved table for the movie crew, everyone stood up to greet them. Daniel got along famously with his colleagues. He introduced Castiel to everyone as a friend. This didn't escape the younger man's attention. Maybe Daniel hadn't come out to the director and crew yet? Castiel didn't plan on ever hiding who he was. If it cost him a job then fuck it. He was gay and proud and would never hide it from anyone.

He sat between the actress, who got the female lead role and the film's cinematographer. They seemed alright and not stuck up. The girl was friendly and complimented Cas' fedora. Daniel socialized with one of the producers across from Castiel.

"When is Henry arriving? He is the movie's fucking star!" one of the actors yelled. The club was packed and it was hard to hear one's own voice over the loud sound system.

Henry Silver's clenched hands dug into his bed sheets. The scent of sex permeated the air. His lover kissed him longingly on the lips before removing himself from him. Dean Winchester's perspiring toned body slid against Henry's on the bed. Dean yanked the condom from his satiated cock, tied it and tossed it in the bedroom wastebasket.

"Aren't we expected at that stupid celebration for the movie?" Dean asked as he ran a hand over his six pack. He finally caught his breath.

Henry wiped semen from his own torso and thighs. All of the muscles in his entire body ached from the four hour workout he had this afternoon at the gym. One of the reasons he got the lead role in the movie was because his body was a work of art now. Plus the director, producers and casting directors really liked his chemistry with Daniel Hunter, who was set to play the villain. Henry smirked. Hunter was one sexy motherfucker.

"I know you don't like attending these events but it's good for both our careers. I'll introduce you to one of the producers, who will be at the club. Who knows and you'll get a small role in the movie. You need to add more gigs to your resume. A JC Penny catalog and Trojan commercial is kind of embarrassing Dean."

Dean sat on the edge of the bed. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Now that you are a hot shot movie actor I'm not good for you?"

"Dean, I didn't mean to sound like a dick." Henry sat adjacent to his boyfriend of one year. The two of them met at a casting call for a two episode stint on Teen Wolf. Neither got the role but they ended up dating and three months later moved in together.

Dean licked his swollen lips. "You know what? Bite me, asshole!" He got up and went to shower.

The Winchester scrubbed apricot shampoo hard over his scalp. He knew Henry was going to leave him after his career took off. The dude was a fucking Greek God with his imposing height, sexy baby blues, perfectly chiseled features and the dimple on his chin which Dean loved biting. Henry was perfect looking and charismatic. His acting chops still needed improvement but his good looks and charisma helped him get acting gigs. Now he was going to be the protagonist in a superhero movie; while Dean got a catalog modeling gig here and there. The Trojan condom commercial has been the highlight of his fledgling acting career so far. He banged his head against the wet tiles.

Dean was not in a mood to go clubbing with Henry but the idea of gunning down some tequila shots appealed to him. When he entered the bedroom, Henry was already dressed. He looked hot as hell wearing a dark suit with a crimson tie. Dean never gave a shit about what people thought of how he dressed. He dressed in comfortable clothes that made him feel good. Fuck everyone else!

They arrived at the club in Dean's beloved 1967 Impala. Dean threatened the valet attendant with bodily harm if he dared to put a miniscule scratch on his baby. Dean put on his favorite brown aviator leather jacket. He wore black jeans and an olive green button down with a pair of black boots. He didn't give a shit if he was underdressed.

A sexy waitress greeted them and Dean grabbed both complimentary welcome shots and guzzled both down, one right after the other. He cringed. You could barely taste the liquor in them. A scantily clad female dancer danced and twirled seductively around a pole. She made eye contact with Dean and he winked at her. Henry pulled him through the crowded club towards the reserved table.

"Our superhero has arrived!" one of the crew members bellowed. Everyone applauded on the table except for Castiel, who wanted to leave since they arrived. Henry and Daniel stared at each other for about fifteen seconds. A table was vacated to Daniel's left for Henry. The Brit garnered all of Henry's attention. He forgot about Dean and didn't introduce him to the crew.

Dean narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend before heading to the full bar. At least it was one of the perks for going to the club on a Saturday night. He ordered two Patron shots. He knew tonight was going to blow. Dean leaned against the bar and glanced at the long table. Henry and Daniel sat too close to each other and only spoke with one another. They were in their own world and oblivious to those around them. Dean gulped down both shots. They liquid burned as it slid down his throat.

The Winchester's hazel eyes landed on a bored looking guy, who sat across Henry and Daniel. The dude was around his age. He adjusted the black fedora which covered his head. Then he just pulled it away. The guy had amazing sex hair. Dean's fingers itched to run through the messy dark brown locks. The dude must have felt Dean's gaze on him because he stared at him. Dean was knocked back by the man's eyes. They were an indescribable blue. The orbs were electric. Dean left the bartender a tip and returned to the table. He needed to take a closer look of those amazing eyes.

He sat next to Henry across from Blue Eyes. The man nibbled on a crab cake and tapped his fingers on the table with his unoccupied hand. He looked Dean's way and gave him a half smile. Dean grinned back. All of a sudden, a voluptuous waitress twirled down with a long silk sheets hanging down from the thirty foot raised ceiling. She brought a champagne bottle down to the producer that way.

Dean's eyes landed on the receipt and they almost bulged out. "$500 for a bottle! That's highway robbery, man. There are hundreds of thousands of homeless people in this country, who are dying of hunger and you are paying that much for a fucking bottle!"

Henry told Dean to shut the hell up. Dean glared at him before leaving the table. He was pulled by a petite redhead with a pixy haircut to dance. He thought what the hell and danced to the house music. Dean hated this shit but it's what club goers preferred now a days. The dancing area was hot due to the large amount of dancers in such a small confined space. Dean maneuvered the girl so they could feel the waves of air and dry ice being emitted by the DJ booth. At least they cooled down a little. Dean danced two more songs with the pixy before escaping to the outdoor patio.

He removed his leather jacket and sat on the ground next to some dude, who was high as a kite. Dean noticed the stoner carried cigarettes and a lighter. He stopped smoking two years ago but every time he was stressed out he was tempted to smoke. He asked the drugged dude for a cigarette and in less than thirty seconds he was inhaling the addictive aroma of nicotine.

Dean closed his eyes and arched his head backwards. "Has anyone told you smoking can kill you?" a deep gravelly voice asked.

The Winchester opened his eyes and puffed on the cigarette one last time. He tossed half of it in front of his boots and stomped on it. He exhaled deeply releasing two smoke circles. "This is first time I smoke in two years."

"Not having a good nigh I gather," Blue Eyes motioned with his hand if he could join him on the ground. Dean shrugged his shoulders. "I'm Castiel Novak by the way."

"Dean Winchester," he offered his hand to the brunet, who took it.

"So you're dating the superhero?"

"Yeah, we live together but I don't know if things are going to work out now that he's made it big." Dean banged the back of his lightly against the brick wall.

"I know exactly how you feel. Daniel is becoming more materialistic and into the whole Hollywood scene now that he's in the movie." Castiel tugged his right earlobe.

"So you're Hunter's boyfriend? I thought he came alone."

"I didn't want to come. I hate these things."

Dean stared at the other man and grinned. "Me, too; I would rather stay at home cook dinner and then read a script my agent sent me and then call it a night."

"Sounds wonderful"

The two men got to know each other. They laughed when they discovered both of them shared Naomi as an agent. Then moved to the topic of their significant others since Dean and Cas were afraid that fame would change them. The longest relationships both men had in their entire lives were with Daniel and Henry.

"Dude, we're overreacting. You'll see Hunter won't dump you. I mean you are really hot and seem like a sweet guy."

Castiel blushed. "Henry would be crazy to leave you. The two of you make a superhuman couple. You are the two most gorgeous people I have ever seen."

Dean chuckled. "Why don't we go to the bar…my treat?"

"I'd like that." Both Dean and Castiel inwardly smiled. The evening didn't turn out bad after all.

Daniel entered the men's bathroom in the second floor. He made sure no one was inside any of the stalls. He entered the last one and waited. He glanced at his watch and scowled. He'd been waiting for ten minutes. Where the bloody hell was he?

The Brit heard the shuffling of shoes and the click of the door being locked. His stall was pulled open and Henry appeared. "Took you long enough," Daniel whispered as he tugged Henry's red tie towards him. They shared a rough open mouth kiss.