My short story turned into this. So now a couple of weeks ago i had returned from my vacation from Las Vegas and this idea sort of popped into my head (All the glitter went to my head). It a band AU...why? hells if i really know strange things travel around in my head i guess. Anyways this is was...or at least i had originally planned it to be short...it turned out to be longer then i thought it would. Most of its completed and it takes you through the week the Band stays in Las Vegas. Its strange and most of it doesn't makes sense, but neither does Vegas so i figured. Theres humor, non graphic sex( Sorry can't bring myself to write it) drama, swearing, and a whole lot of vegas cliches.

~Kai

Now time to get back to my essay for english...which i should have done last week...oops my bad. Enjoy and Review (please and thank you)

PROLOG – Down the Rabbit Hole –Adam Lambert

Dean smiled and waved at the enthusiastic crowd. The concert had gone better than he had expected it to because it had been done on such short notice. But his worry had been long since forgotten after they had completed their first set. Now after four more sets he was satisfied and exhausted.

"We are Team Free Will and we have got to call it a night. But we will see you soon Las Vegas." He yelled as he pumped his fist into the air as the crowd roared. As Dean bowed and steered himself off the stage followed behind by his band mates.

A towel was thrown at Dean and he caught it as he made a beeline to the waiting limo. He was tired sure, but he still wanted to explore the strip. He clamored into the limo giving his band mates an irritated look as they climbed in after him.

The first to follow him into the limo was his brother Sam who was also the drummer of Team Free Will. He was tall and towered over nearly everyone, but of course that was hard to tell when he was squatted inside the limo. Following behind was Castiel the bassist of Team Free Will.

Castiel slumped down on the on the bench seat of the limo as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He held it up to offer Sam completely ignoring Dean all together. Sam shook his head from side to side. Dean rolled his eyes and looked over at his brother.

Dean could barely stand Castiel. The only reason he tolerated him was because the man was so damn talented. Castiel played a number of instruments, but he mostly just played bass and occasional piano for a few of their ballad type songs. Dean was actually slightly jealous but he knew he should be, because he was lead singer and lead guitarist.

He glared at the dark haired man then turned to his brother as he reached for a chilled one of beers that was chilling in a bucket of ice on the opposite side of the limo. He swiftly pushed the top in and brought it up to his lip and took a long drink.

Sam let out an exasperated sign as he shifted his gaze between Dean and Castiel as if he was disappointed in the choices they had made.

"Geez Sam, lighten up. It isn't everyday that you are in the fabulous Las Vegas. Plus if you act like anymore like a tight ass…I'll mistake you for Cas." Dean said with a chuckle as he pushed his half empty beer can over to Sam as he earned a dark look from Castiel who looked out the window and away from the guitarist.

Sam rolled his eyes he wasn't sure why these two had so much friction between them, but they did and Sam tried his best to just not get in the middle, and just let them have at each other during moments like this.

Sam looked at the can for a long moment before he took it rather reluctantly. Dean looked away from his brother for a moment and back over at Castiel, who expelled smoke from his nostrils after he took a long drag of his cigarette. Dean snorted and look away from Castiel as if he was disgusted by Castiel's smoking.

Dean for some reason could barely stand Castiel. The man was too much of a tight ass. But the man was just too damn talented. Dean needed Castiel to complete the band because without him the brothers wouldn't be Team Free Will. Though Dean just wanted to see the man let loose….Heck Dean was just curious if he could even smile. The constant stoic expression always on Castiel's unnerved Dean for some reason.

"Hey Sam, what casino are we staying in?" Dean asked making Sam's eyebrow shoot up in confusion. Sam had figured Dean would already know where they were staying.

"The Bellagio. Sam muttered as his attention shifted from Dean to the window of the limo, which displayed the glistening and ostentatious strip that was Las Vegas.

"Well, isn't it odd then we played at the MGM." He muttered hoping that the question in his voice would bring his brother's attention back to him. It didn't.

"I'm staying there." Castiel's gruff voice made Dean jump as he looked over at the blue eyed man once more.

Despite all the flaws that he thought Castiel had, his eyes weren't one of them. In fact Dean had never been as captivated by a pair more than Castiel's.

"Really?" Dean paused before continuing again "That's odd."

"No, it's not. The Bellagio is where you wanted to stay, and I didn't give a rat's ass where I was going to stay. Las Vegas is for the optimistic and naïve." Castiel said darkly, which took Dean by surprise. Probably what surprised Dean the most was the fact Castiel was just showing emotions.

"Ah come on. Let loose both of you guys are such tight asses." Dean muttered to his band mates as he slumped down farther on the bench seat of the limo." Cas you need to get laid." Dean said suddenly perking up again.

"I get laid enough." Castiel sighed as he snuffed out his cigarette in the ash try the limo company provided.

"Meg every once in awhile is not enough. You're not even exclusive with her." Dean sighed and Castiel's brows furrowed.

"And neither are you Dean. You couldn't be exclusive to anyone, even if you tried." Castiel snapped as a smirk passed over Dean's lips.

"That's where you are wrong, I could be if met the right girl. I just haven't yet that's all. Hey since you seem so adamant, why don't we make a little wager? We are in Las Vegas after all." Dean paused as he watched Castiel's eyebrows arch in intrigue "How about each of us have to find a girl and be exclusive with that one girl for the entire week we are here."

Castiel shook his head and scoffed "One week doesn't make it exclusive."

"It does, when you're a rock star." Dean was beginning to feel cocky because he noticed that the longer he deliberated with Castiel the more pissed off he seemed to get. "You know, you don't have to take the bet if you think you can't win."

Castiel clenched his fists that rested in his lap as he pursed his lips before relying. "You're on."

"You guys are going to regret this." Sam's voice made both the men jump because he had remained silent for so long.

"That's the point Sammy." Dean whispered throwing one last conceding smirk over to Castiel, who just turned and looked out at the Las Vegas strip like what Sam had been doing moments earlier.