I'll just be honest with you guys this started off as a big joke but it turned into a story. So join me in this ride of foolery. Sorry about my spelling, I'll try and be better. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1- Pretty Wings

Dean reluctantly waited in line at Heaven's Gate. It was a new techno club that had recently opened up downtown. No, it wasn't his usual type of crowd, but the pretty blonde women he was with made it completely worth it. He had met them earlier that night at a bar, and they had convinced him to come with them to the new club. They hopped around excitedly as the bass boomed from inside the building.

"Are you ready to have some fun?!" One of them yelled directly into his ear. He couldn't quite recall her name, was it Krissy or Kristen? Something in that area, he was distracted by the low cut hot pink top she was sporting.

"Uh….yeah I guess so." He rocked on his boots. He realized he was dressed improperly. Most people were decked out in glow sticks, neon bikinis, and the tightest pants he'd ever seen.

"Could you sound a little more excited!" The other blonde slapped at his chest.

"I'm plenty excited sweet cheeks." He grinned at her. Both the women giggled at his 1000 watt smile. The line inched forward until they were finally inside.

The music grew louder and louder as they got closer to the main hall. The resounding boom in his chest was damn near knocking the air out of his lungs. It was only the second weekend the club had been open but it was completely packed. The place was much bigger than what he had initially thought. Colorful flashing lights blinked in time with the rhythm of the current song playing. People on the dance floor were fist pumping and grinding to the beat, while beach balls soared through the air high above the crowd. The DJ chugged a bottle of vodka and pumped his fist in the air. Dean shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on the back of an unoccupied chair sitting in the back. He prayed one of the drunken men wouldn't take, but it was already too damn hot to keep it on. Kissy turned to him and held her arm out.

"Come on Dean." She drew out his name seductively. He reached out and took her hand and the two women beamed. Before knew it he was out in the middle of the dance floor. The women turned to him and started to slowly dance towards him, until they were both flush against him rubbing themselves all over his body. He smiled to the sky and thought to himself "Thank you god." The beat began to slow, and so did their movements. One of the girls turned to him and unbuttoned the first 3 buttons on his shirt. The feeling of her hands rubbing against his skin felt glorious. The beat began to build back towards the drop, the crowd cheered in anticipation.

"Everybody fucking jump!" The DJ screamed into the mic. Dean had had enough drinks that night to not care about how ridiculous he felt jumping in the crowd. The women in front of him swung their hair around, nearly hitting him in the face. One of them suddenly stopped and turned towards Dean. Her eyebrows were drawn together and she looked a little dazed. Dean knew that face. She was going to puke.

"Hey! I think your friend is going to barf!" He yelled at the other blonde over the music. They rushed her off the dance floor and to the nearest restroom. Dean sighed in relief at the fresh air that came from outside. The two had been in the bathroom for over 20 minutes, so Dean decided to go back into the main room. He walked back in, relived after noticing his jacket was still sitting were he had left it. He sat down in the chair and tilted his head back. "I'm I getting too old for this." He thought. Dean rubbed at his knees, not quite sure what to do with both of his dance partners gone. He leaned his head back up and stared out onto the dancefloor, something caught his eye. A pair of…..wings?

They were small and black with electric blue glow sticks winding through the feathers. There were straps attaching them to the person's naked chest. Their body moved and swayed with the fast paced music. The person turned around and Dean could make out, his face. The guy was shirtless except for the neon blue tie that hung from his neck. Dean surveyed down his body and noticed he was wearing really tight black jeans. Black fluffy leg warmers came up to his knees and covered his feet. The guy's arms thrusted into the air, while the glow sticks wrapped around his arms jiggled around. He shook his short inky black hair around, sweat plastering bits of it to his forehead. The man looked at him and Dean jumped. He tore his eyes away from the man and studied the floor. Hell, he shouldn't have been looking anyway, but somehow his eyes managed to look back into that direction. The man was gone, more people from the crowd already rushing in to fill the empty space.

"Weird?" Deans said out loud. He shook his head that was still foggy from shots of whiskey. There was a light tap on his shoulder and Dean noticed two pairs of fuzzy black leg warmers in his field of vision. He slowly looked up and caught a pair of eyes looking back at him. Stormy sapphire eyes appeared through different flashes of a strobe light. Dean swallowed hard at the man staring back at him. Shit he was hot.

"Hey." The deep gravelly voice that came out the man made Dean clutch the side of his chair. The man leaned closer to Dean's face. "You want to dance? You look a little lonely over here." Dean looked over to the direction of the women's bathroom, and shrugged and stood. He felt like he should have stayed where he was but this proposition seemed much more interesting. Dean followed the man out back to the dance floor. He was a little nervous because he'd never danced with a guy before. Was it the same as being with a girl? Where should he grab? All of these thought left when he felt a hand go to the buttons of his shirt and undo all of them. The man ran his warm fingers up Dean's bare chest, making the taller man shudder. He swayed around Dean and cupped his backside. Dean jumped and laughed. The man walked back around Dean and smiled up into his forest green eyes.

"What…what's your name!" Dean shouted over the music.

"Jimmy." He called into Dean's ear. That voice sent chills up Dean's spine. Jimmy slowly turned around and began to move his hips back and forth against Dean's jeans. Jimmy looked back at him and smiled at Dean's aroused face. He leaned back into him and lifted his arms to wrap them around Dean's neck. Jimmy wiggled his butt on Dean a little harder to get his attention. Dean opened his eyes and saw the corner of the dark blue eye staring back at him.

"When I bend back over, you might want to grab on." With than Jimmy released him and leaned back over. Dean reached for him and tightened his fingers around the dark haired man's waist. He pulled him closer and ground his hips into the man in front of him. He felt like a God damn teenager grinding this hard with someone, a man at that. But the feeling of dancing this way felt so damn good, too good. The music was blaring in his ears, he was focused on keeping on beat with Jimmy. Sweat ran down Dean's face, the air in the club was moist and muggy he was glad Jimmy had unbuttoned his shirt. There was a pause in the music while the DJ switched out. Jimmy looked up and cheered at the new DJ. She walked onto stage and the rest of the crowd shouted joyfully. The woman flicked her wrist and a new set of beats pumped through the speaker. With that everyone was back to feverously dancing.

Dean ran his hands down strong back muscles and past the glowing angel wings on Jimmy's back. This is the hottest and weirdest thing he had done in a while. The guy was wearing glowing angel wings for Christ sake. The music throbbed in his ears while some guy in the song chanted about a bubble butt. The crowd seemed to know all the words. Jimmy leaned further forward as Dean's hands smoothed up his back, until he almost had to put his hands on the floor to keep his balance. Dean placed his hands up on Jimmy's shoulders and steadied himself as he rubbed his arousal on Jimmy's ass. Those blue eyes were looking back at him over his shoulder. This time they were more lust filled, pupils blown wide open. Dean didn't care that they were basically fucking on the dance floor. His mind was focused on the man before him. He removed his hands from Jimmy's shoulders and returned them to his hips. Giving his ass a light smack. Jimmy jumped and looked at him once more smiling. Dean grinded back but his face fell when Jimmy started to move his hips in a circular motion.

Jimmy turned to Dean, facing him and wrapped his hands around him clutching the back of his sweat soaked shirt. Dean slid his hands down the front of the sweaty angels' body, swiping his thumbs across nipples enjoying the shudder of pleasure that followed. He dug his grip harder onto the man's waist bringing their pelvises closer together. They moved their hips in sync with one another. Jimmy scooted his thigh forward and rubbed it against Dean's crotch. The bass boomed and Dean gripped harder on to the other man. He couldn't begin to comprehend the euphoric feelings happening below his belt. Before he could cream in his pants Jimmy moved his leg away. Dean snapped his head forward when he felt Jimmy's grip disappear. When he opened his eye's he saw Jimmy looking down at his phone, with his eyebrows scrunched together. He was shaking his head and looked up to Dean disappointed.

"I've got to go!" He shouted leaning closer to Dean.

"Oh. Okay. I'll um. I'll walk you out." Dean followed Jimmy outside, and was greeted by the fresh breeze of the outdoors once more. They walked around to the parking lot, and stopped at a dark grey Prius.

"A Prius." Dean scrunched his face up at the new car. He was an old muscle car kind of man, he'd never trade his car, Baby for anything.

"It's environmentally friendly." Jimmy shot back, smiling. He unlocked his door and climbed in, letting the window down. He looked back up into Dean's eyes. Dean leaned down.

"Well. I ummm-" Dean's words were cut short when the other man leaned forward and kissed him. It was explosive, Jimmy's arm shot out from the car and tangled themselves in Dean's sandy brown hair. Dean froze for a second when their lips met. His breath hitched as he grabbed at the door handle for support. Jimmy's lips were softer than he expected. He could taste the lip balm on the other man while their mouths molded together. Jimmy nearly pulled him into his car, he was tugging on Dean so hard. Before Dean had a change to try and wiggle his tongue into the other man's mouth, Jimmy sat back in his seat his chest rising and falling rapidly. Dean's eyes fluttered back open to see dark hair covering a red face. Really? After all they had done tonight NOW he was embarrassed?

"Have a nice evening." With that Jimmy reversed quickly and drove out the parking lot. He left Dean gasping in the chilly summer air. Dean stood in the parking lot, 50 levels of turned on rubbing the back of his neck.

"What the fuck was that?" He whispered to himself. He trudged back to the black impala and climbed in. He sat there a second and realized he probably shouldn't drive. He opened his phone and thought about calling Sam but it was about 4am the giant was knocked out about now. He sighed and looked up some cab services that ran late at night. He called one and within an hour he was unlocking the front door to his house and wandering in. He tapped in the code to his phone and noticed a text.

For some reason he had a glimmer of hope that is Jimmy, he immediately remembered that hadn't traded numbers. He read the text and saw it was a pretty pissed off message from one of blondes he had been with earlier. He felt a twinge of guilt for ditching them but that hour with Jimmy had been immaculate. He combed his hands through is hair and fell onto the black leather sofa in the living room. Memories of the night flooding into his head. He flopped his right arm over his face and sighed. His eyes flickered closed as he drifted off to sleep.

….

He looked up and saw dark hair looming over him. He smiled up at the figure. He knew he had drifted off to sleep and this was a dream but hell he was just going to roll with it. Jimmy sat on top of him slowly rubbing up Dean's thigh. Dean sighed as Jimmy reached up to cup his erection.

"Dean." He whispered, biting down on Dean's ear. Dean's hips snapped up at the sudden pain and pleasure.

"Dean." Jimmy said a little louder in his ear. Dean thrust up trying to achieve as much friction as he could possibly get through his jeans.

"Mmmm yes?" Dean cooed back.

"Dean!" He yelled. Dean's eyes flew open. The beaming rays of sun causing his vision to blur. He sat up and slammed his head into some else's. He reached up and held his now throbbing head.

"What the hell?" He bit out to the other person in the room.

"You told me to wake you up before I left for work." Sam snapped back. Dean flopped back down on the couch and grumbled.

"What time is it?"

"8:23am Sunshine." Sam continued to rub his forehead. Dean groaned at his brother's words. "Really Dean? You're the boss of your shop all you have to do is bring your ass there and order people around."

"I work on cars still jackass!" Dean tossed a couch pillow at Sam. Sam had stayed the night at Dean's since his Wi-Fi was out and he had work to finish. His baby brother was finally going to be a full-fledged lawyer. Dean was really proud of Sam but he wouldn't admit that to him just yet. Sam would have been a lawyer by now but he took a few years off from school after his girlfriend Jess passed.

"Sure, I know you do. Why were you sleeping on the couch anyways? Your bedroom literally down the hallway." Sam put the pillow back in place on the couch.

"I had. A long night okay. I'm going to have to run on 3 hours of freaking sleep today." He rubbed at his forehead and stood and shuffled over to the kitchen. He opened the top cabinet and grabbed a bag of coffee grounds.

"Long night how?" Sam came over and sat on a bar stood in front of the counter.

"I. I um." He poured the grounds into the coffee maker and clicked brew. "I went out with a couple of really hot chicks."

"Oh?" Sam asked, combing his long hair out of his face. "Hey pass me the Captain Crunch." Sam stuck out his arm for the cereal.

"Don't you have your own food at your apartment? He reluctantly handed the box over.

"Yes. But I'm not there right now. So anyways how did the night with these…chicks go?" He shoved some of the cereal into his mouth.

"Well they took me to Heaven's Gate."

"What the hell is a Heaven's gate?" Sam questioned.

"It's a club. Not really my kind of place but the ladies wanted to check it out and I am a man of the ladies." Dean flashed Sam a smile.

"Then why aren't the ladies there then? Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean.

"One of them got sick and then I got…distracted while they were gone." The older brother turned away, staring down at the coffee brewing.

"Would you care to elaborate?" Sam set the box of cereal down before Dean could noticed three fourths of the box was gone. Sam had munched on some the night before while Dean was out.

"There was this guy." Dean paused and looked at Sam who sat waiting for him to continue. "And we danced for a while. Then he had to leave and we kissed and he left." Dean waited for Sam's response. It's not like his brother didn't know that he had a thing for guys every now and then. Poor Sam and heard and saw plenty of men and women in Dean's room when they shared a house. Dean poured his cup of coffee and turned back to Sam who calmly said;

"That was a weak summary. I'm going to need more information than that." Dean huffed and shook his head at his brother's words. He walked around the counter to sit on the bar stool next to Sam to give him a 'more that he probably wanted to hear' description.

...

"Wait. Wait wait wait!" Gabriel said between laughs. "You told him your name was Jimmy?! Cassie that's a new one even for you. Where did you even get that?" He wiped a tear from his eye.

"I'm unsure. It was just the first name that came to me." Castiel grumbled over the lid of his coffee.

"You couldn't think of anything sexier?" He could stop laughing at the name ever since Castiel had started the story about what happened at the club

"I suppose not." He rubbed the side of his face. He couldn't believe that the whole time he grinded his ass on the guy he didn't bother to learn his name.

"Wow little brother you sure know how to bag them and not tag them." Gabriel took a bite out of his third glazed doughnut.

"For the last time we didn't have sex!" Castiel cut him off.

"Right right. But you wanted to, didn't you?" Gabriel smirked at Castiel from across the table. Castiel glared back and him. He stood to go and pay for his coffee and muffin.

"I. Well." He pause for a second to think about what would have happened if Gabriel hadn't called. He put those thoughts in the back of his mind.

"You were the one that drunkenly texted me that you had been locked in your bathroom for 3 hours! When it had only been 20 minutes and you had to pull the door open instead of push." Castiel growled at his brother.

"Hey man don't you judge me. You were there for me in my time of need" Gabriel gave his brother the sweetest smile he could and a pat on the shoulder.

"I have to go back to work." He started walking to the counter, ignoring the giggles he heard coming from Gabriel.

"Byyye Cassie." He shouted and waved. Castiel shot him one last glare. It had been two days since the party and he couldn't stop thinking about…No Name. But those passionate dark emerald eyes were burned into his brain. Castiel sighed as he clicked his seat belt in place. He let the guy dry hump him for an hour and a half, but did not even get his number. He clicked on the radio to drown out his thoughts. The soothing classical music calmed his nerves as he drove back to work. He waved to one of the tellers at the bank he worked at as he walked in. He walked past his boss Naomi's office he gave her a nod and she nodded back. Naomi only ever talked when necessary which was usually to scold someone. Castiel tried his best to stay out of her way. He walked into his office and hung his trench coat up and plopped into his chair. He smoothed the front fabric of his dress pants down and waited for his next client. Working at the bank had made him run into rather interesting people over the years. Especially when people came to get loans. The ideas people got were insane, two guys come in last year to try and get a loan so they could by 8,000 dollars 'worth of equipment to hunt ghosts. He shook his head at the memory. The phone in his office rang, he looked at the ID and saw it was the front desk.

"Novak." He said gruffly into the phone.

"I know it's you Castiel." The woman on the other end of the line chuckled.

"Sorry." He had always been overly formal, it was a trait his father had branded into him. For some reason it suck with him even after his father left and the rest of his siblings forgotten all the rules he had made for them.

"It's fine. There's a client here to see you about opening an account. His name in Dean Winchester."

"Okay. I will come out and get him." He placed the phone back on the receiver. The pushed out from around his desk and walked back out of his office.

"Mr. Winchester?" Castiel questioned to the man facing away from him.

"Yup. That's me." The man stood up and paused as soon as he laid eyes on Castiel. "Jimmy?"

Castiel stood there flabbergasted. They both stood, looking at each other as if the words to way were going to appear on one another's faces.

Both of their brains completely gave out on them. Castiel spoke first, his brain didn't know what else to do. So he said what he always did to costumers.

"Welcome to Tenth Sixth Bank. How may I help you?"