Castiel looked around the party, luscious golden statues and soft lights that made the room shine. He felt awkward in fancy dress, and the tie was starting to bite at his neck. Everyone else seemed to be smiling and having a wonderful time dancing or talking while some lingered around the buffet table on the far side. The music was soft violins, sometimes plucking a high string to spark interest. It was a plush party sure, but it wasn't really where Castiel wanted to be.
"Balthazar, I'm going to get some air." Castiel touched him lightly on the arm and did his best to smile politely.
These kinds of events were more Balthazar's speed, but Castiel thought maybe he could sneak away with a glass of wine and just look up at the stars. That's what he liked. The crisp air greeted him cruelly, stinging his warm nose with a cold pinch with every breath. The garden was beautiful, but the stars were better. Castiel look a swig of his wine and stared for what seemed like hours. That is, until he was interrupted by the clanging of metal around the corner. Dumpsters?
Castiel narrowed his eyes as he rounded the corner to investigate. The was a man crouching on the floor, rummaging through some sort of bag. He wore black and leather as well as a dark beanie. This was certainly fishy. Castiel, however, felt brave, "Ehem..."
Castiel was on his back before he knew it, face to face with a gorgeous man... and a knife. "Who are you?" the figure asked, obviously un-phased.
"C-Castiel..." the little man choked.
The man stared at Castiel, as if studying him, "Well... you don't look like a copper." His grip on Castiel's coat loosened and the man sat back on his feet, still examining his catch, "So, what are you doing here Castiel?"
"I could ask you the same thing." He retorted, sitting up to look the intruder in the face. "And I don't believe I caught your name."
The man snickered, "Dean."
"Well Dean, nice to meet you."
Another snicker, "You sure are strange."
Castiel crossed his legs and rested his elbows on his knees, "What do you mean, strange?"
"A strange guy dressed in black is rummaging through some bag in the back of a fancy party and you just walk up to him? Give him your name and say, 'nice to meet you'?"
Castiel smiled, "It's boring inside, so I came out to look at the stars."
Dean shot him a funny look before chuckling, "Yup! Very strange."
Castiel scooted a little closer, "Well, what are you doing here? come to rob the place?"
Dean looked around on either side, then leaned in, "Can you keep a secret?"
Castiel nodded and leaned in as well.
"I'm trying to find-"
"Castiel!" Balthazar's voice boomed in rage.
Castiel's face turned sour and maybe a little frightened when he heard it, "I-I gotta go."
"Hey wait!"
Castiel ran out to meet Balthazar, who greeted him with anger. "Where were you? You're making me look ridiculous."
"I-I was just looking at the stars and-"
"You were not and I don't care! Do you know how it looks if I show up there and my date leaves to dally out here among the stars!?"
"I-I'm sorry I-" Castiel stuttered, trying to calm his enraged boyfriend.
"Show a little respect you pitiful being!" Balthazar took a hand to Castiel's face, making him whimper in pain.
"Hey!" Dean turned Balthazar to face him just before slamming his fist right into the man's nose.
The vigorous beating Dean gave him sent Balthazar to the floor moaning. After he'd felt the man was in enough pain, Dean turned back to Castiel, "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay, thanks..."
"C'mon." Dean grabbed Castiel by the hand and led him back around the corner.
The black bike was fast, and the engine purred beautifully along the pavement. The city lights illuminated the road and the sight of Castiel's tie flying off through the air, ready to be ground into memory by a passing car. This guy was probably a bad boy, but Castiel just couldn't bring himself to care.
