The motel room was dark. A pair of men sat on the two twin beds.

"Well, this is rather depressing."

It was said with mild amusement and Castiel cocked his head across at Uriel, waiting for a blunt, snide remark in reply. As expected, the other angel didn't find it very funny, standing with a sudden quickness, beginning to pace across the room, trying to vent the built up desire to do something that was threatening to explode within him, "Surely there's a seal worth saving somewhere?" he demanded.

"To my knowledge, everything is quiet."

As soon as Castiel spoke the words, both angels gave a sudden wince at the almighty crash in the motel room adjacent theirs, a chorus of drunken yells accompanying it.

Uriel shot a murderous look at the wall, aiming at the rowdy students beyond it, his fists clenched. Castiel resitsted rolling his eyes and instead granted the other angel with a glare, a silent caution, "We have our orders. We are to remain here."

Uriel glared back, a small staring match ensuring. Of course, Castiel won, Uriel giving a frustrated grunt, moving to the window and peeking through the blinds out at the night scape.

Loud bangs and cracks echoed outside, dozens of dazzling colors glittering the sky as people partied.

Somebody had a TV blaring in a room across the car park, ranch-slider wide open so the whole complex could hear it as a countdown started.

"10!"

"I don't understand the point in this ridiculous ritual." Uriel snapped viciously.

"9!"

"There isn't really a point. But that is the point."

"8!"

Uriel shook his head, "But what exactly is so different between today and tomorrow?"

"7!"

"Each day has it's value, Uriel." Castiel raised his eyebrows, looking imploringly to the other angel, "Especially when their lives are significantly shorter than ours."

"6!"

"It's whimsical nonsense. We leave the fate of the world to these muttmonkeys who...."

"5!"

"...who spend time with annual tradition to appreciate this world that they have." Castiel stood, moving to Uriel's side at the window.

"4!"

Uriel didn't grant a response but it didn't matter, for Castiel had realised another crucial point as he observed the empty car space where the Impala usually sat. He raised his eyebrows at his companion, "But do you notice that this particular room is empty? It appears the Winchester brothers are busy tonight."

"3!"

That one statement spoke volumes but Uriel chose not to acknowledge its meaning, instead leaping at the thought of potential fun, no matter if it was demon or even ghoul, "Then I say we join them. We did not become earthbound to sit here and watch time simply trickle by!"

"2!"

Castiel turned, sitting back on the bed, repeating again with frustrating casualness, "We have our orders."

"1!"

Cheers and yells, lessened by walls and doors, filled the air. Outside the motel manager stood in the driveway, pulling his wife into a sloppy kiss and there was a sudden drunken chorus of some horrid ballad next door as the rowdy college boys celebrated, spilling out into the car park, alcohol sloshing from bottles.

The many fireworks erupting at once shone through the blinds, illuminating the two holy creatures inside the room with greens and reds and blues. Uriel's scowl was tight as he watched events unfold but Castiel had let a small smile play out on his lips, leaning back on the bed, appearing almost content.

"Happy New Year, Uriel."

Uriel merely grunted.

I hope you all have a safe, happy one and 2009 is good to you.

My first time writing Cas, let alone Uriel so I hope its okay. It's crack-ish anyway.....the things we do when bored, lol.