Queer Eye for the “Straight” Guy
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Never had Castiel been checked out with such scrutiny.
The man walked around him, eyes slowly dragging over his body, just on this side of appreciative. They were green and critical under contemplative eyebrows, pushed together to form a crease in the middle that Castiel kind of wanted to poke. The man’s arms were crossed over his chest, his thumb playing with his lower lip as he circled.
Castiel just stood, arms loose at his sides, posture normal which was to say terrible. He watched the man watching him.
“Well,” the man said, facing Castiel but also kind of facing the large camera he’d brought with him. “The suit is awful but we can work with it. Are you sure I can’t talk you out of the trench coat?”
Castiel shook his head, his mouth grim.
The man sighed. “Well, I’ll figure something out.”
He then explained to Castiel some of what he was going to be doing. Usually the exposition would take place among the five men who hosted, but Castiel understood this was a special case. The usual five men to do the job was now one.
“Hi, and welcome to Queer Eye for the Straight Guy : celebrity edition. Where instead of the Fab Five, who are all experts in their fields, you have me, Dean Winchester, a bisexual hockey player who is slightly above average at these things.”
Castiel was, in this scenario, ‘the straight guy.’ He supposed that description fit simply by process of elimination. He knew he wasn’t gay because he did not wish to have sex with men. He didn’t particularly want to have sex with women but he liked them well enough: enjoyed the softness of their lips when they’d kissed him and liked their smell and general company.
So yes, Castiel could be the straight guy.
Although Dean Winchester’s shoulders looked very nice…
“Today’s victim is Castiel Novak: world renowned entymologist specializing in honey bees. His latest research publication is receiving all kinds of awards so he’s going to have a little celebration tonight. That’s where I’m here to help.”
“Okay, Cas, it may only be me, but I’ve still got some hired guns to help me move shit – er – junk around your apartment.” Dean turned to a woman wearing headphones. “Do I have to say that again?”
She smiled and rolled her eyes. “If you would, please.”
Dean sighed and repeated himself, this time leaving out the swear word.
This was all far too much production for Castiel. He preferred quiet libraries or the gentle hum of apiaries to the clapboards and shouted instructions of a television set.
“A necessary evil “his agent had called it. “ How do you expect to get more funding, Castiel, if no one cares about your research?”
Castiel had thought this quite unfair and demonstratively untrue. Plenty of people cared about his research! Students and… kindergarten teachers…
Castiel supposed those groups didn’t pay very much. He may have seen Meg’s point.
He didn’t know why that meant he had to be involved with a reality show, though. He glowered at the camera.
Dean smiled at him, unaffected. “I have given the crew my instructions so now I can whisk you away for a fun makeover montage.”
Castiel turned his glower on Dean.
He winked. “Yes, you’re very scary. Let’s go.”