"You did it!"
Cheers echoed throughout the entire parking lot. A proud smile could be seen on Dean's face and even though he wasn't a fan of celebrations or attention, he couldn't help but grin at his achievement.
"Thanks guys I'm going home to celebrate with Jo." He stated, taking his keys from the belt loop of his black pants.
"Oh, we know what you mean." Kevin piped up while doing a thrusting motion with his hips.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Not what I meant."
"Don't worry buddy, we won't mind." Sam winked at his best friend. "Hell, I'll get you an extra girl if you want. I'm sure Jo wouldn't mind."
All talk came to a halt when they heard a loud groan coming from the parking lot elevator. Charlie walked out towards her car, pulling her red hair out of its ponytail.
"You're a bunch of lame bitches. Dean you know I love you right?" She glanced at Dean, waiting for him to answer.
"I know, but how does that make me la-"
"We're going out." She cut him off. "It's a Saturday night guys. Dean just got a promotion and you guys know how hard it was for him."
Kevin nodded with a smirk. "I'm with Charles on this. Dean can't be the only one getting laid tonight."
Charlie glared at the Asian boy before stomping over to him and pointed her finger to his chest. "I'm gonna tell you for the last time. Don't call me Charles dimwit. I'll kick your ass."
Laughter erupted from the parking lot at Charlie's outburst.
Trying to save his pride, Kevin retaliated. "Who pissed in your coffee this morning? I see why you can't find a girlfriend."
Charlie seemed unbothered by this. "Yet I still sleep with more women in a week than you do in a month."
This caused Kevin's face to contort from his cocky smile to a scowl. He stomped away while there were echoes of 'oohs' and snickers from the others. His steps abruptly came to a halt when he heard Charlie gingle her car keys. At that, he groaned and retreated towards his friends again. Charlie was his ride home, and if he was lucky, also his ride to the place they would be celebrating.
Dean cleared his throat and glanced at his watch. "As much as I love hanging out with the very people who give me migraines, I gotta go. Jo is probably upset. I texted her earlier about my promotion so she's probably already at my place waiting."
"Or..." Charlie started, "you could ditch the gold digger and come to the new club that's opened not far from Sam's place."
At this point Dean knew that if he didn't agree, his friends would never let him live it down. It's happened before, when he got the highest ranking level plaque on the wall right below his father and right above his grandpa. It was a rare occasion, because it was hard for him to climb the expectations his family had. He knew his family wanted the best for him and they showed their love in a 'tough' way which he was okay with. His father may have been tougher on him but he assumed it was because he wanted him to take over the company one day.
His friends had insisted that he celebrate for his ranking achievement and after declining, they showed up at his house on multiple occasions reminding him of how lame he was. Even his weekend runs would consist of them annoying and distracting him. That however, was how he had met Jo.
Dean ignored Charlie's comment about his girlfriend and glanced at Sam, hoping his best friend would save him, however, Sam had other plans.
"Remember the time you wouldn't let me get that puppy?" Sam sweetly smiled at Dean. Dean knew where this was going. Sam hadn't forgiven him for letting him send the stray to the pound. Personally, Dean didn't regret his decision. He once let Sam babysit his guinea pig and in a matter of hours, it died.
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose between his eyes. Everyone was waiting on his answer and Dean decided to give into peer pressure. "If any of you cause a scene, you're fired."
"Sure thing boss!" Charlie fist pumped and went towards her car. "Let's meet at Sam's place in an hour." With that, she drove off with Kevin riding shotgun.
Dean turned towards a dimple cheeked, grinning Sam. "Son of a bitch."
Sam shrugged and headed towards his car. It was a simple Black BMW. He wasn't much for showing off. Making Dean's life hell maybe, but not an extra flashy person.
Dean walked towards his 1967 Chevy Impala. The car was probably his most prized possession.
Starting the engine, Dean heard Sam speed off while yelling something along the lines of 'dress for the occasion'. After hearing his baby hum to life, Dean drove from beneath the underground parking lot of his work building.
Before he could knock on the door, it swung open and Dean was welcomed with the shouting voices of Kevin and Charlie, and the annoyed grumbles of Sam telling them to shut up.
"Well look who decided to tag along and suck the life out of everything." Charlie mumbled, referring to Jo, who was standing beside Dean in a short tight green dress.
"Be nice." Kevin elbowed her, seeming to be the only one who heard. He reached over to hug Jo and she immediately returned it with a smile.
"You guys ready? I have a marathon of 'Game of Thrones' to get back to." Sam gestured to his house that they were now walking away from.
"Yeah well I have a whole two seasons of 'Faking It' to get back to, but you don't see me complaining." Charlie retorted.
"Isn't that series kinda filled with gay people?" Jo decided to join the conversation.
"Yeah so?" Charlie stopped, staring at the blonde.
"I was just asking." Jo replied raising her eyebrows.
Everyone could feel the tension between the two who were staring daggers at each other and they were all too scared to do anything. Being in the middle of a cat fight could mean trouble.
"Why don't you two just make out and then be friends?" Sam asked annoyed by their delay. Every minute wasted means the longer it'll take to get home.
"As if." Charlie rolled her eyes and started walking away from the group.
Jo gave an annoyed stare at Dean, wondering why he didn't say anything. Dean avoided her gaze. He couldn't deal with drama. Turns out, women came with a lot of it.
After walking for a few minutes, they came up to a club that read 'Heaven'. The bouncer let them in after a few arguments with Charlie and a few apologies from Dean. He sometimes wondered if he was the more mature one. He was hoping that wasn't the case, cause if it was, then tonight he would just be babysitting.
They all decided on going in a corner table near the bar and they were surprised that the bar wasn't as packed as they thought it would be. It consisted of white and gold themed everything it seemed, and everyone who worked there had fake angel wings as uniforms. The name of the club fit perfectly and gladly didn't disappoint.
"Okay, who is going over the bar to order? No one is coming to our table." Kevin asked. He was growing annoyed with the wait.
"Why don't you do it?" Charlie asked him.
"Oh boy." Jo muttered to herself. She was growing restless at the fact that she might have dressed up for nothing.
"I'll do it." Dean huffed and rose from his seat. He was planning on getting a drink by himself before returning to his table. Everyone was annoying him already and they haven't been there for half hour yet.
"C'mon Dean, one of us should do it. You're the one we're celebrating." Sam piped up rising from his seat too.
"It's okay Sammy. I need the space." He replied when they were far enough from his table of friends.
Sam nodded in understanding.
They seated themselves around a barstool and ordered whiskey from a blonde bartender who was smiling at Sam the whole time. Dean decided to sit a few stools away while Sam worked his charm on the lady.
He stared at his cup for a while before downing the last of his drink.
"I wouldn't recommend consuming all of that in one breath. It's a very toxic drink."
Dean glanced up to see a very concerned man. His blue eyes held nothing but worry. He was in a black rolled up sleeve button down dress shirt. His hair was messy in a way that it seemed like it was actually combed to look that way. His angel wings seemed gold instead of white like everyone else's.
"Excuse me..." Dean squinted at his name tag. "Castiel. Thanks for your concern, but it's not my first time drinking. I can handle myself."
"I can see that." The blue eyed Barista replied. "Can I be of service to you sir?"
Dean pushed his empty glass forward. "It's Dean, and I need something stronger."
"I bet." Castiel replied taking his glass and turning towards the counter behind him to get the mixed drinks and liquor.
Dean felt someone sit beside him and saw Sam. "So get this, that blonde bartender I was talking to? Her name is Jessica. She wants to hang out with me outside of work. I'm going for it." He was wearing a dimpled grin and Dean knew he was actually stoked about the idea. It's been a while since Sam dated anyone. Between work and gym, he hardly had time.
Dean nodded a response and patted his best friend on the back before Sam scooted back to his blonde bartender.
"At least one of us is having fun." Dean mumbled to himself.
A glass was pushed into his line of vision. He glanced up to see a smiling Castiel. "You're a very grumpy person, you know that?"
"Don't you have a job to do?"
"Well, helping my customers to not go into an alcohol coma because of bad breakups or stress is kinda in my job description." Castiel answered with a smile. "So which is it? Bad breakup?"
"No my girlf-" Dean paused. At this he remembered about his girlfriend and group of friends who were waiting on him for drinks. He quickly turned around and saw that they were being served by other workers. He exhaled and turned back to the golden winged angel. "My girlfriend is right there and we're okay." He pointed behind him to the table with his group of friends.
Castiel smiled. "Is it the pretty redhead?"
Dean almost laughed at this. "No actually, it's the blonde."
Castiel rested on his elbows and smiled at Dean. "I know. I was just hoping to humor you."
Dean raised his eyebrows at the man before him. "What do you mean you know?"
Castiel glanced at the table of friends then back at Dean. "The redhead is gay. I just chose her because that was the least possible answer leaving the blonde."
Dean nodded. "How'd you know Charlie was gay?"
Castiel did a small laugh and turned to get another customer their drinks. He came back to Dean. "Other than the fact that she flirts with all the females who stop to talk at their table... It's pretty obvious I guess." He stared at Dean's candy apple green eyes before continuing. "I guess it takes one to know one."