Destiel Smut And Fluff (Silver Wings)

Silver Wings Part 8

When Dean sees the pay rate, he decides that there are two very good reasons to be working at HardcoreWings. His last job's pay is nothing compared to what he'll be making here. It's a wrench to give up the library, but even if Dean only works the porn job for the rest of the semester, he'll be set for a year. Maybe that's the reason Castiel works here.

The interview goes well, all things considered. No one asks him if he's got a crazy wing fetish, but they do mention there'll be a background check, so Dean assumes they're looking for any weird wing-stalking incidents. Given the way his new boss leers at the talent, Dean thinks maybe it's not a problem anyway. So long as he doesn't bother anyone, which he won't. He's not here to bug Castiel, he just wants to get to know him.

The only awkward moment comes when Dean ends up in the break room with Chuck on his first day. That's when he abruptly remembers that Sam told him about his crush on Castiel. Luckily, Chuck doesn't seem to recognize him. He just nods a greeting and gets back to sucking down an unhealthy amount of coffee. The red eyes and slight unpleasant odor wafting off him suggests a hangover. Come to think of it, Dean isn't sue Chuck ever met Dean while he was sober. He's not surprised the guy doesn't remember him. The good thing is that it saves Dean the trouble of bullying Chuck into silence.

Unfortunately, the rest of the day is rather boring. It's mostly a string of introductions and training. The job's not hard, Dean is responsible for keeping the various filming rooms cleaned up after the angels are done and fluffing some actors. It's not Chuck, but rather another Fluffer, Pam, who gives Dean a lesson in basic wing care on a bored looking angel named Lynn.

Castiel really has ruined Dean for wanting other angels. Lynn's wings are a pretty bright white, but Dean doesn't feel anything, other than determination to get her feathers all going in the same direction, when he touches her wings. Pam explains to him that porn is a lot less interesting when you're the one who has to fill up the lube pots and wash the sticky laundry.

"So, if you're here for sexy excitement, you've chosen the wrong career path, sugar," she says with a wink.

Dean chuckles. Easy flirting is just the thing to help pass time. "I don't need all that much help finding sexy excitement," he replies, even though it's a lie.

"Oh, I bet you don't," She gives him one long appraising look and makes a humming noise in the back of her throat. "Too bad you don't have wings. You'd be a hot commodity around here. No, not that way," she abruptly switches from teasing to teaching him. "The feathers along the edge should be puffed up. The Wingers think it's hot."

"It is hot," Lynn comments, with a yawn. "to angels. Ya done yet? I got a show in five." Huh. So porn really is boring if you're the one making it. Dean finished the look, feeling rather proud of himself and watches Lynn trudge off to her next performance. When he glances back, Pam is giving him a thoughtful look.

"You're a natural," she says and then a grin splits open her face. "You did come here to find sexy entertainment." Dean does not blush, and Pam does not stop laughing.

There's no sign of Castiel that day. Dean doesn't dare ask about him. The guy must have a day off now and again, and besides, Dean wants to know the lay of the land before he meets Castiel face-to-face. He'd hate to give him a poor fluffing.

Some time during his second week there, one afternoon, while Dean is trying to decide which cleaner will get the stain out of the black armchair in room 4, when Pam suddenly appears at the door with an aggravated look on her face.

"Hey, Dean? Ya busy?" She's a bit out of breath.

"Not unless you consider a jizz-mark an emergency," he replies with a shrug.