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Castiel isn't exactly a drinker. So when he lost his grace, he also lost his tolerance for large amounts of alchohol. So what is he doing at a bar? Cas isn't quite sure himself. Mostly he just stares at his empty drinking glass.
Meanwhile, Dean Winchester is exactly the opposite. It's too bad he finds it unmasculine to do so, because he secretly wants to get up on the bar and dance like a drunk girl. And take his shirt off while doing so. While swinging it in the air. Actually, why not? Dean was drunk and ready to party. Pushing his way through the large crowd of people, some probably underage, Dean clambered to the top of the bar, nearly stepping on a man's foot. "Sorry!" He giggled, like a teenaged girl. Today held no shame, apparently.
Unfortunately, Castiel's hand was the one so rudely intruding on Dean. He jerked his hand back, his drinking glass tipping over. It wasn't full, but Cas still swore loudly. "Fuck!" The man above him giggled. "Sorry!" It was strange to see a guy this muscular and flannel-ridden acting so young. "It's okay," Castiel yelled up at the man, but he wasn't sure he heard him because he was currently taking off his shirt.
Whoa.
Castiel was so preoccupied with staring at the man's impressive abs that he only looked away when he stepped on his hand, this time for real and very painfully. "Crap!" Cas swore, still slightly entranced. Standing up, he cupped his hand to his mouth and shouted, "What's your name?"
At that very moment another person began shouting. He was very tall, with long hair and a flannel shirt to match the weird foot-stepping man's. "WOOO! You go, Dean Winchester, the party master!" He didn't seem very sober.
At that moment, Sam Winchester felt like crap. He didn't want to be here, but yet here he was, cheering on his drunken brother. To be fair, Sam was appropriately intoxicated as well. He had planned to spend a quiet night at Jess's until Jess had to cancel because she had to stay late at work. Or something. But instead he had let his stupid older brother coerce him into this mess of a party. What were they celebrating, anyway? They could have been celebrating their love of beer, for god's sake! Actually, the youngest Winchester wouldn't be surprised if they were. These people always seemed to have something to celebrate, and if the didn't, they made something up.
Okay, so his name is Dean, Castiel thought. Maybe I can get Dean's number. Unfortunately, Dean was still drunkenly dancing on top of the bar. At this point the bouncer was trying to get him down from the counter, albeit unsuccessfully. Probably because he is so strong... and so pretty, Castiel thought to himself.
Dean was still dancing when he fell off the bar counter. People had been cheering him on, so he was kinda pissed when the bouncer started tugging him towards the exit. "Noooo, gerroff." The bouncer ignored him and slammed the door in his face the moment Dean was outside. He had no idea where Sam was, so Dean, being the good brother he was, started walking away In a random direction, too drunk to form coherent thoughts like, get a cab or watch for cars.
Castiel sighed. Now that Dean was gone, the party was over. Pushing his glass towards the barista, he got up off his chair and started putting on his coat. When he felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned around, his trench coat hanging awkwardly off one shoulder. "Er, yes?" It was the tall guy who had been cheering Dean on.
"Hey, have you seen my brother?" Tall Guy grinned sheepishly, trying to keep his balance on the wall.
"Oh, and by the way, I'm Sam. Sam Winchester. I'm Dean's brother." Cas nodded, jerking his head towards the exit across the room. "He left that way." Sam smiled at him gratefully. "Thanks, man."
Well, I was an angel, Castiel thought resentfully. "It's no problem, Sam Winchester," he sighed. Sam turned and left, and Castiel was alone. He stood in place for almost a minute, a sinking feeling like dread in the pit of his stomach. Shaking his head, Cas pushed through a small group of chattering newcomers and out into the cold 2 am morning. The sky was still as dark as ink, with just a few stars speckling the heavens. Cas ran his hand through his hair and started the walk home to his small apartment.