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In the bunker's kitchen.
The tall one making breakfast must be Sam Winchester. The other one putting a piece of Post-it on the back of Sam's shirt must be Dean Winchester. They are both startled to see him and his bodyguard as the dog barks at them.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean asks, sneaking a knife into his hand.
"Sorry about the intrusion." A short introduction as a producer. Then he cut to the point. "Do you happen to know Carver Edlund?"
"The writer of Supernatural?" Sam says, sharing a look with Dean. "He sent you?"
"No. I bought your information from him for fifty grand."
"Fifty grand!?" Dean exclaims.
Sam gives Dean a look, then turns back to him. "So, what do you want from us?"
"How do you feel about making a movie? Half a million for each of you two." He offers.
"You... want us to make a movie?" Dean gestures, pointing finger between Sam and himself.
"But why?" Sam asks.
"Because I'm awesome." Dean smirks at Sam, then asks him. "So what kind of movie are we making here? Will I be like a superman?"
"Well... It's kind of a porn." He answers, no sugarcoating or whatsoever. Knowing where Dean's mind might go, he also points out that there will be no girl, and let the truth sink.
"Let's face it. The novel wasn't quite a success until Wincest became canon. You have to give people what they want." He explains.
"Wait, what about Denstiel?" Sam asks, and Dean looks at him like he can't believe him.
"That ship has sunk. It's you Carver's been writing about. It won't be just a porn. It's also about your feelings and your lives."
"So, let me get this straight." Dean says. "Chuck's been writing porns about us, and now you want us to act it out?"
"Yes." He answers.
Silence. Then Sam wraps his arms around Dean's waist right before Dean dashes to him and hits him in the face.
"Seriously, look at yourselves. It's not fair to any girl who's going to be with either one of you. Why don't you just admit your feelings and make the movie?" He tries, but only makes Dean angrier and throws a knife at his face, which luckily stopped by his body guard.
"You're angry because you know I'm right!" As more pans, pots and utensils fly toward them, they have to cut and run for the moment.