Summary: An underground fighting zone, created specifically so that demons have a different outlet for fighting and killing, was Castiel's job to investigate. He didn't expect on the bartender being totally hot- nor did he expect to fight for him. AU
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
It was dark. There was blood lust in the air. Anything demonic that could be present was present. Castiel sniffed in disdain as he and Uriel made their way through the car. It wasn't hard to move through the crowd of demons. The demons made way for them- or rather, Uriel, who wasn't against making his disdain for demons known.
"Uriel, this is not exactly a way to… blend in," Castiel frowned.
"Who cares?" Uriel asked. "Let these scum know whose boss. They know when we walk into the room. Go check out the bar, Castiel. Find something useful."
"Uriel, do not banish any of them," Castiel said. He was only letting Uriel give him an order because he was planning on heading towards the bar sooner or later- preferably before Uriel. There was something human and yet not among all the demons. Castiel made his way to the bar.
"I was wondering when the angel patrol would get down here. Demons have been talking about it like its Armageddon," the bartender said. "So what can I get you?"
Castiel didn't process the words being said to him. He was too busy checking out the bartender. Short blonde hair in a military haircut, strong muscles, built, green eyes, and a blindingly bright soul. Castiel stared at the man until he cleared his throat, trying to get his attention.
"Dude, I get that I'm hot and all and that you've been up in the clouds a little too long, but blinking is a good thing," he said.
"What's your name?" Castiel asked.
"Dean," he said. "Who the hell are you, Mr. Halo Patrol?" There it was again- "Mr. Halo Patrol." After Michael had given the order, angels had gone to Earth to rid it of its overly high population of demons. After doing that job, angels had still remained on Earth, in their vessels. The slang term for angels was the halo patrol. Castiel heard the term a lot but he never really cared for it.
"My name is Castiel," Castiel answered. "You're a human."
"No shit, Sherlock," Dean rolled his eyes. "Come on, do you actually drink or are you angel laws going to stop you?"
"Tequila, straight," Castiel said. "And leave the bottle."
"Straight?" Dean gaped. "Straight? Do you even know what you're ordering?" Castiel looked at Dean amused.
"I guess we'll find out," Castiel said.
"Alright. Don't blame me if some demon decides to kick your ass," Dean said, pouring the shot in front of him.
"Why aren't you possessed?" Castiel asked. Dean glanced around and pulled his shirt down, revealing a tattoo before quickly covering it up again.
"Demons think I've got demon blood in me or something," Dean shrugged. "They don't know I have one." Castiel nodded. The human was smart.
"What are you doing here?"
"None of your business," Dean said. "What are you doing here?"
"We believe that one of the demons here is killing humans," Castiel said. "My partner and I are here to find out who it is." Dean raised an eyebrow and poured him another shot of tequila. Castiel downed the shot and allowed Dean to think the alcohol was affecting him more than it was.
"Yeah, well, good luck with that," Dean snorted, turning his back towards him to go serve another customer.
"Oh, Dean," a voice said next to Castiel as the angel downed another shot. Dean tensed and Castiel noticed, putting the shot glass down.
"Alistair," Dean said. "What can I get for you?"
"Think you'll be interested in visiting my bed tonight?" Alistair asked.
"You ask me the same thing every night and every night I tell you the same thing- no," Dean said dismissively. "Now what drink can I get for you?"
"A beer," Alistair said. "Such a shame, Dean, you'd be so pretty in-"
"I believe that he said he did not wish for your company," Castiel snapped. Dean's attention turned towards him and so did Alistair's. The demon glared at him, eyes flashing white.
"And who are you?" Alistair demanded.
"Cas, ease up on the drinks," Dean ordered, taking the shot Castiel had poured for himself away. Castiel didn't blink an eye as he turned to face Alistair.
"My name is Castiel," he said. Alistair's eyes lit up in recognition.
"You're an angel," Alistair scowled.
"And you're a demon," Castiel said simply.
"Well, Mr. Halo Patrol, how about you and me go for a little one on one?" Alistair asked.
"Oh?" Castiel asked.
"Stakes being the human," Alistair said. "You know, since you seem to be his knight in shining armor."
"Hey, I don't need someone to fight for me. I ain't a chick," Dean snapped. "Break this up. Alistair, get away from my bar."
"I accept," Castiel said and then he blinked at the words. Maybe he was a bit more drunk than he had originally believed.
"Good," Alistair smirked. "I'll sign us up, angel boy." Castiel glared after Alistair as he walked away.
"Hey, he's drunk- he's drunk!" Dean shouted after Alistair. "Damn it! What the hell are you thinking?" Castiel looked at Dean and Dean swallowed, taking a step backwards.
"I was thinking that I didn't want you in his bed," Castiel said.
"I can make those decisions for myself," Dean said, red marring his cheeks.
"I know," Castiel said as the announcer shouted for Alistair and "the angel boy." He began making his way to the stage. Dean cursed and jumped over the bar counter, hurrying to follow Castiel. He couldn't make his way through the crowd as Castiel could and only managed to get a front row seat to where the angel and the demon would be fighting.
"Cas, knock it off! You're drunk!" Dean snapped. "Get your ass back down here!"
"Dean, if you don't like it, then don't watch," Castiel said, shrugging off his trench coat and the suit jacket under it. He loosened the tie, taking it off over his head and throwing it on the jackets before loosening his collar.
"You crazy sonofabitch! Do you know what you're doing?" Dean demanded.
"We'll see," Castiel said.