"Alright Sammy, you and Gabe have fun. Make some babies," Dean said smiling as Sam grumbled at him from the other end of the phone.
"You got everything covered at the club?" Sam asked, knowing how forgetful Dean could be.
"Yea, Bobby's got it covered. He found some music professor to fill in for you for the next three weeks. You just enjoy your honeymoon," Dean said as he moved to the kitchen to grab a beer.
"Three weeks? My honeymoon is only two," Sam said confused.
"Bobby wants to give you some extra time to get settle into your home with the Mrs. when you get back," Dean explained as he uncapped the bottle.
"So what's his name?" Sam asked, curious as to who would be filling in for him.
"I can't remember it was odd, think Bobby said he was named after an angel. Uriel, Ezekiel, Destiel, or something like that," Dean replied shrugging even though Sam couldn't see him.
Dean could practically see Sam rolling his eyes and throwing him bitch face #32 on the other end. The huff of annoyance he heard only confirmed his suspicions, Dean smiled, Sam was just too fun to mess with. Sam was trying really hard to ignore the fact that one of the names Dean said wasn't even an angel; hell it wasn't even a name.
"Well I hope you learn his name soon, cause I doubt he'll take to kindly to you calling him 'what's-your-face' like you did my last fill in," Sam warned Dean.
Dean chuckled, "You mean Jebediah? Oh I knew his name, just didn't like him."
Sam sighed, "Dean, just behave and be nice. I'm going to be gone three weeks this time, not just a few days. You gotta work with this guy."
"I will, jeez," Dean said before taking a sip of his beer.
"Alright well Gabe's finished checking in, I gotta go," Sam said hoping for the best.
"Dean-o give me my husband," Gabe called through the phone.
"Okay, make sure not to break him," Dean replied smirking, didn't matter if Sam couldn't seem him; he knew it was there.
"Remind me to hurt you when I get back," Sam said glaring through the phone.
Dean chuckled before saying good-bye, his little brother had grown up fast. He wasn't surprised that Sam had settled down and got hitched before him; Sam always was the mature one. At least that's what everyone told Dean, plus Dean really wasn't the commitment type.
He and Sam worked as DJs at a high-end nightclub called 'The Roadhouse' and Dean took home a lot of girls. Not to say he was a man-whore, but he was by no means a prude. Sam often told him how he'd be much happier if he'd take things slow and find a relationship. Dean chose to ignore him though seeing as how Sam also always told him how he'd feel better if he ate more salads and went on morning runs.
Glancing at the clock he saw he had an hour before he was suppose to be at the club. Taking the last swig of his beer, he threw the bottle away before heading to his room. Until he and Gabe and had tied the knot, Sam and Dean had lived together in this two bedroom apartment. Now Dean either needed to find a roommate or move, because paying for the extra room was pointless.
Dean pulled off his shirt; he planned on a quick shower before leaving. Glancing in the mirror Dean smiled, he some what prided himself on his physique, though he wasn't vain or conceited. He worked out on occasion to keep his six-pack define and his biceps tight, though he was nowhere near the machine Sam was. He also taught a self-defense class on Saturday, most of his clients were women, but he trained them to their fullest potential. Dean didn't believe in that 'women can't be as strong as men' crap, he'd met too many strong women, some of who could have whooped his butt.
On his chest, right over his heart, was a tattoo that he and Sam had got for Sam 18th birthday. It was an anti-possession symbol, in honor of their late mother; she'd been really into Christian symbolatry. Other than that there wasn't a single mark on Dean's body, which was surprising considering how many fights Dean had got in. Though he usually came out on top, he'd still taken some heavy blows on more than one occasion.
Dean turned on the shower and finished stripping, leaving his clothes in a messy pile on the floor. Sam use to complain and nag him about it, but since Sam didn't live there anymore he was free to do as he pleased. Stepping in the shower Dean released a satisfied sigh, the heated water felt amazing. He'd had a stressful week, Sam getting married, finding a fill in for his honeymoon, and dealing with Crowley. The water pounding his skin and flowing down his back seemed to melt all tension away though, at that moment Dean thought if there was a Heaven it had to be just like this.
Sadly he didn't have as much time as he would have liked so he grabbed his shampoo and lathered his hair. The feeling of his finger massaging his own scalp felt amazing and he took longer rubbing in the shampoo than was needed. Everything just felt so relaxing, it seemed he was determined to make himself late. Sighing he rinsed out his hair, and then scrubbed down his body before rising again and stepping out of the shower.
He grabbed a towel and dried himself off, before wrapping it around his waist and exiting the bathroom. Walk over to his closet he pulled out two shirts, then walked over to his dresser and pulled out pants and a pair of boxers. He dropped his towel and clothed himself; he wore a black T-shirt with a grey over shirt unbuttoned and faded blue jeans. Then he slipped on a pair of socks and his black boots. Glancing at the clock, he saw he still had 20 minutes, which left 5 minutes to do his hair and 10 to drive to the club.
Moving back to the bathroom he grabbed his hair gel and spiked it into a semi-fohawk. Smiling at his reflection Dean examined himself, pleased with what he saw, he once again exited the bathroom. He grabbed the keys to his car and walked out the door, there in the driveway sat his pride and joy. There sat his 67' Chevy Impala, a gift from his dad, who passed it on to him on his 18th birthday. Opening up the door, Dean slid into the drivers seat and started her up, smiling when she purred like a kitten. Dean always kept her in top shape, flicking on the radio he smiled as his favorite station played through the speakers; it was all Rock n' Roll, all the time.
He pulled out of his driveway and drove down the street; The Roadhouse actually wasn't too far from where he lived, just a couple blocks. Dean smiled as he pulled into his employee parking space behind the club; he loved his job here. Though he preferred Rock himself, he could appreciate club beats, they made you want to move and just loose yourself to the music.
He and Sam had started to DJ for fun while Sam was in college a few years back. It's actually how he and Gabe met, they'd been DJing a frat party that Gabe's fraternity was hosting. Sam caught Gabe's eye and he started chatting him up, and one thing eventually lead to another. After a little bit, a man named Bobby Singer, who happened to be an old friend of their Dad, decided to suggest them to his wife Ellen, who owned The Roadhouse.
When she offered them the job neither even thought of turning down the opportunity to turn their favorite hobby into a job. Sam was mainly using it to pay off his student loans and finish putting him through law school; Dean still didn't understand why his little brother wanted to be a lawyer. So here he was, working his as a professional DJ at a fairly classy club, and he earned his money too. Dean and Sam were amazing at their job, they worked weekends only at the club which was open every day, but Tuesday Dean wasn't sure why Ellen insisted on closing on Tuesday. Ellen always told them about how much more pack both the club and the dance floor was when they were actually there instead of one of their pre made playlists.
Slipping out of the Impala, Dean made sure to lock the car before heading inside. Ellen smiled at him from behind the bar, and poured him a shot of whiskey. This was a ritual between the two, Ellen would give Dean one free shot and in return he'd give her one request for the night.
"So what will it be today?" Dean asked before shooting back the shot.
"I was hoping for that one Sam showed me around a month ago, 'Spectrum' by Zedd," Ellen replied taking the shot glass and putting it away.
"You got it," Dean replied with smile.
"Hey Dean," called a feminine voice from behind him.
Dean turned to see Jo, Ellen's daughter walking over to the bar, "Hey Jo."
She and Dean had flirted when they first met, but quickly realized it would never work out, mainly because they didn't really see each other that way. Jo was much like a little sister to Dean, he was very protective of her, especially after they almost lost her last year. She been mugged on her way home from a friend and received a rather nasty wound to her stomach when she'd fought back. It was the reason Dean had started a self-defense class; no one deserved to go through that.
He gave Jo a hug before heading over to the DJ booth on the other side of the room, across the dance floor. Hitting the power button on his equipment he started to get everything ready for tonight. Someone cleared their throat, Dean either ignore it or didn't hear it.
"Hey, idjit," someone yelled at Dean.
Glancing over his shoulder he saw Bobby standing with a man he didn't recognize. Standing up, Dean turned to face the pair. He glanced the man over; assuming this was Sam's fill in, he still couldn't remember his name. The man seemed to be dressed for the wrong job, he wore a crisp white dress shirt and a messed up blue tie that Dean felt the need to fix. Over that he wore a brown jacket and he had on grey slacks, he looked like he should have been in front of one of his classes not DJing for a club.
"Hi," the man said, sticking his hand out politely.
Dean eyed his hand, before shaking it, "Hey."
That when Dean saw them, the man's eyes, they were a beautiful blue that seemed to glow in the clubs dim lighting. Dean started to actually take in the man's features; he had a mop of messy black strands that Dean could only describe as sex hair. The man sported a deep 5 O'clock shadow that made his pink lips stand out, they looking slightly chapped. Over all Dean found the man very attractive, Dean's eyes widened at the thought.
Now Dean had nothing against gay, heck his little brother was gay, but he'd never thought of himself as gay. He'd always found the curves a women appealing, liked a soft body beneath him. As much as he might like to though, Dean couldn't deny that he wanted the man in front of him, and him wanted him as of yesterday.
"This is Castiel, Sam fill in for the next three weeks," Bobby said, the way Dean was staring at Castiel confused him.
"Nice to meet you Cas," Dean said with a huge smile.
Cas tilted his head when Dean shortened his name, Dean couldn't help but think how incredible adorable that was. He reminded Dean of a kitten all rumpled and curious looking, yep kitten fit him perfect. Dean chuckled, which seemed to confuse Castiel further, with a nod Bobby left heading for his office.
"Well this is the booth," Dean said gesturing behind him.
Cas's eyes widened in awe, he wasn't use to handling equipment this high grade. This was his first professional gig and he was absolutely loving it. First he get a hot partner, now amazing equipment, only way to make this any better would be free drinks. As if summoned by his thought, a blond girl with brown eyes walked over with a server's tray.
"Hi, I'm Jo, since this is your first day your first drink is free, what'll it be?" she asked smiling.
This was officially the best day of his life, while he was considering what to order Cas missed the look Jo sent Dean. It was a Don't- you-dare look, one that Dean wasn't sure he deserved, what did Jo think he was going to do? He sent her a helpless confused look, hoping she'd elaborate on her warning. It seemed luck was not on his side though, because Cas came out of his thoughts with his order ready.
"I'll have a Vodka on the rocks please," he told Jo with a polite smile.
"You got it," Jo said, she turned and left shooting Dean one last warning glance.
Rolling his eyes Dean went back to prepping his gear for the evening, he glanced at Cas as he moved. Slowly Cas approached his side of the booth, reverently running his hands over the equipment. Dean smiled, realizing this was probably the most expensive set-up he'd ever used. Castiel turned around to look at his aforementioned 'hot partner', though he tried to be subtle. Studying him, he tried to determine whether his hair was a light brown or a dirty blonde, the clubs lighting was doing nothing to help. Dean glanced at him, giving Cas a flash of his emerald green eyes, a shade Cas was certain he'd never find on anyone else.
Jo popped back up, breaking Castiel out of his thoughts, and handed Cas his drink before walked back to the bar. Cas took a sip before setting it down on an area specifically for their drinks, it was close enough to grab quickly but far enough you wouldn't knock it over and if you did it wouldn't hit the equipment.
Dean was surprised at Cas's drink order; it seemed a little strong for someone like him. Cas seemed so shy and goody two shoes that he hoped he could handle it. It wouldn't be good if his DJ partner got drunk in the middle of a gig, he knew from experience, though he'd been the drunk one and Sam had to deal with the whole mess that occurred. Dean wasn't going to say anything though; for fear of insulting Castiel and that was the last thing he wanted.
Cas pulled a laptop out of a bag that Dean hadn't noticed earlier, and began hooking it up. So far Cas seemed to know exactly what he was doing, so tonight should go fairly smooth. Dean released a relieved sigh, remembering the time he'd broken his arm and Sam needed a fill in for him. Bobby had found this kid named Garth, was a great kid, but a horrible DJ so bad that Ellen threatened Dean if he ever got hurt again.
"So do you have a pre made list?" Cas asked as he turned to Dean.
"I was hoping you'd get here early enough we could discuss that, Sam and I usually don't work with one cause Jo and Ellen like to have open request," Dean replied.
Cas shifted looking uncomfortable, "I don't usually do requests."
"Well we could make a list for tonight right now, but Ellen always get a request and Jo will probably wanna make at least one too," Dean suggested.
Cas tilted his head, "I understand why Ellen would, as she is the owner, but why Jo?"
Dean chuckled, Cas was certainly an odd one, cute, but odd. The way he talked and acted was so proper, yet here he was DJing in a nightclub casually sipping a glass of Vodka. Now that Dean was close to Castiel, the head tilt had become even cuter.
"Two reasons, first Jo is Ellen's daughter and second Jo is a dancer," Dean replied leaning against a piece of wood that wormed the entryway to the booth.
Castiel's eyes grew larger, "Jo doesn't seem like that type of girl, I thought she was a waitress."
Dean got confused for a second before he realized what had happened. He laughed, the confused looked Cas sent him only amusing him further. Calming himself down and catching his breath Dean decided to explain.
"Not that kind of dancer, if the crowd isn't responding or is lacking energy Jo goes on the dance floor and helps get the vibe flowing."
"Oh," Cas replied sheepishly, ducking his head a little.
Now that was down right adorable to Dean, Cas was so shy and awkward. Castiel turned and grabbed his drink, taking a sip before setting it back down. They both did their last checks, before putting together a playlist they were both happy with and thought they could play around with. Dean called Jo over for her nightly request and to order a drink.
"I want 'A Love Like War' by All Time Low," she said with a smile.
"All right, and I'll take a Scotch," Dean replied adding her song to the playlist.
Jo walked over to the bar to fetch Dean his drink, and another man walked through the employee entrance. He wore a black A-shirt with a plaid shirt over it that had the sleeved ripped off, and was sporting a mullet. Ellen waved hello to him and he nodded back to her. Jo came back with Dean's Scotch and then headed back over to Ellen.
"Hey Ash," Dean called to the man who'd come in.
"Heya Dean," he replied as he walked over to the front doors.
"Who's that?" Cas asked curiously.
"That would be Ash, one of our bouncer, he's also our main electrician and everybody's favorite drunk," Dean replied with a grin.
Dean saw Ash grab the keys, which meant he'd be opening the doors soon. Doing a quick one over he made sure for the last time everything was ready. Once he was certain nothing was off or messed up, he turned to Cas.
"Ready?" he asked with a huge smile.
"As I'll ever be," Cas replied with a much smaller smile.
Dean could tell he was still nervous, but there wasn't much he could do about that, the only way to fix it was let him see everything would be fine. Ash put the key in and turned it before pulling the door open; grabbing a clipboard he headed outside. The Roadhouse, was a more high-end club then a lot of the ones around, you could call ahead to reserve a spot inside and then the rest where let in till they reach max. Ellen was big on fire safety, which none of the staff had a complaint about.
Cas pressed play and music began to seep from the speakers, the beats where fast and the bass was heavy. The lyrical content lost to most of the people being let in, they didn't care much for that. Dean started to mix the music and Cas was syncing the lights and making an amazing show on the dance floor. As more people started to come in the dance floor became less empty, they'd order their drink and then slowly filter onto the floor.
Dean had to admit he was impressed with Cas; he was doing a great job for his first professional gig. When they'd switch and Cas would mix he'd make some great music, everyone seemed to enjoy it and the light shows he'd create where art. It was about midnight now, they'd been playing for about 3 hours, and decided a break was in order. Leaving the playlist to continue, Dean and Cas headed for the bar, Dean almost turned around when he saw who was seated there. Cas glanced at him, confusion and slight worry on his face, Dean simply sigh and sat at the bar.
"Hello Dean," Crowley greeted him.
"Go away," Dean instructed him, and then asked Ellen for a beer.
"You thought about my offer?" Crowley asked, glazing over Dean's rudeness.