Chapter 1- Nightfall

"Hey, bud, get off the couch or we're going to be late!" Sam Winchester yelled half heartedly, staring at his reflection in the full length mirror inside the little apartment he and his brother, Dean rented on Manhattan. He tugged the free strands of his medium lengthed brown hair behind his ears and tamed it with a layer of gel. Not bad. He smirked at himself, smoothing down the sides of his tuxedo and quickly adjusting the maroon tie, contrasting with the white dress shirt like a patch of blood on the snow. His long thin fingers traced along the silky material as he sighed cheerfully. Lookin' sharp. He thought.

In the background a loud thud echoed from the living room, followed by a muffled grunt and a quiet "shit".

"Sam, care to pass me some paper towels? Kinda knocked over my drink by accident." Dean asked quietly, clearly in distress as he unwillingly paused the documentary narrated by David Attenborough on Netflix. Sam never understood how documentaries are intriguing. Sure, you do learn stuff visually but it's not nearly as efficient as just memorizing textbooks as he'd done in college but it's better to have dean watching something than mindlessly writing in that dirty, old leather covered diary/notpad of his. God knows what kinda things he writes. Pinching the dirty washcloth between his fingertips he tossed it at Dean who caught it without having to look.

"Thanks bro." he muttered. Dean bent down to wipe the spilled Coke from the floorboards, his wrinkled dress shirt only half buttoned and hair messy from being on the couch for too long. Some people can rock the messy hair look, but just not him.

"Any time, Dean." His brother replied, humming under his breath. "You better hurry up though, there's only 10 minutes before Jess and Lisa come in the liiiiiiimo!"

"Be right there." Dean stood up shakily, floor still sticky from the mishap but a look of restlessness surfaced on Dean's face. "Do I really need to go?" He said, brows furrowed together as he slang the blazer over his broad shoulders and buttoning up the rest of his shirt. His hair finally decided to cooperate after he ran his hands continuously through his short brown hair; eyes unconfidently scanning his reflection through the mirror. Honestly, Dean Winchester is a lot of things, but "unattractive" certainly isn't one of them. His green eyes sparks under the sun and his solid build far away from the flabby arms of the people he hang out with at school. If he ever goes to a bar—which is definitely a rare occasion; There will be girls smiling flirtatiously at him or leave their number on receipts, hoping to get a call later on. But something about the idea of one night stands or hook ups just doesn't click with him, it's not his thing. The last time he's been in a long term relationship was with this girl named Jo: blonde, petit, pretty. They've known each other since forever because their uncle Bobby is very close with Jo's mom, ellen; who works in a bar just off in Brooklyn. But you know, things happen. Especially if the girl is beautiful and the guy is, well, not-that-popular. This dude named Balthazar took her from—

His train of thoughts and memories were interrupted by the loud ringtone of Sam's iPhone 6+, snapping him into reality instead of the sad trance of the one and only time he actually fell for someone. "Hey Babe…You're under the building already? okay we'll be down in 5… what? No parking? Okay then give us two minutes. Bye." Locking his phone, Sam looked at Dean, who's busy stuffing his feet into the polished dress shoes, a constipated look on his face.

"C'mon! lighten up!" Sam cheered, patting him solidly on the back and squeezes. "Last night you were just telling me how excited you were, don't chicken out, it's just an end of the year party. You deserve it, making through the finals without dying, amirite?" he winked.

"Yes, yes, you're definitely correct." Dean added, loosening up a bit. After all, the junior year of University has been rough especially with the terribly strict professors he had. Maybe it's time to drink and forget about everything, maybe it's the only chance to win Jo back from that dick Balthazar. Together, the brothers walked down the flight of dirty stairs and found a shiny black limo waiting for them. The silhouette of two heads could be seen through the sunset: Jessica and Lisa. A smile cracked on Dean's face when the limo's door slid open with a graceful swoosh, revealing the girls sitting there relaxed with the short party dresses and a little bit too much make up.

"Wow, lookin' good boys!" Jessica complimented as she opened her arms, a beer in hand for a hug. Sam went in first, straight into her arms and gave her a little kiss on the side of her soft cheeks. Aren't they the sweetest couple ever, the majority of the school thinks so. Dean followed directly, squeezing into the rather small space of the limo, sitting next to his best friend: Lisa. Although the ceiling is a bit too low (god knows how Sam managed to even sit comfortably with his tall figure) and Lisa's perfume a little bit too string but he shouldn't be picky since it's ready such a good opportunity for him to be out here mingling instead of watching documentaries. Lisa leaned against him, smelling like cherry blossoms and hair tumbling down her shoulder onto Dean's tux. He's used to it by this point, their friendship (strictly) is a bit touchy than other ones but it is exactly that fact that makes sharing inappropriate jokes so much easier as compared to awkward judgment.

"My pretty boy are you hyped up for this party or not?" Lisa asked, smiling up at him, brown eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm looking forward to bagging some serious hotties, man. Been too busy studying and missing that nice feeling of some accompany." She added, winking at Dean whose mood had lifted dramatically; partially because of Taylor Swift's 'Welcome to New York" playing in the background.

"Aren't you a little hoe." Dean teased back, making a face.

"Ohohoh, guess what!" She suddenly blurted out then taken aback because Sam and Jess, who has been making out in the back was startled and broke off mid-kiss. Lisa's tan skin flushed with embarrassment as she lowered her voice.

Dean chuckled, a tilted smile forming on his face "let's hear it since it's so important." Leaning back, he tapped Sam and everyone in the limo turned their attention to Lisa. "well?"

Lisa fumbled with the lace edge of her dress, clearly wasn't expecting so much attention but soon regained her confidence. "they're going to be there tonight." She announced.

Befuddled, Sam cocked his head and exchanged look with Jess, who just shrugged. "Who?"

Slumping back in disbelief, Lisa continued "The Siaev brothers and Balthazar, of course. Aka the 'goals squad'" she explained. Dean glowered at Balthazar's name but Jessica suddenly seemed amused, her blond hair glowing in the sunlight.

"And?"

"And haven't you heard? Lucifer and Michael are both single!" Lisa finished, a wide smile stretching from ear to ear, perfect white teeth gleaming. Dean, like everyone else, has definitely heard of the brothers and "the dick". They're simply the celebrities on campus: looks, grades, talents—they've got it all. Winning championships one by one they're even in the cover photo of their school's Facebook page, which more people have decided to like it because of them instead of the school itself. Lucifer and Michael are twins but they look completely different. Mike is blonde with blue eyes, medium built while Lucifer is ginger with piercing hazel eyes that can hook you with one glance. Dean doesn't blame the girls for going head over heels for the guys because they're pretty attractive to him too, no homo though. Balthazar on the other hand, is much more plain. He's got charms though, which was part of what lured Jo away from him. Balth has dirty blonde hair and a rugged, mature look on his face. His v-necked t-shirts always showing a bit of his curly chest hair: he didn't seem to mind.

"Which one are you aiming for then?" Jess asked as Sam looked at her admiringly, playing with one of her loose strand of hair. Ugh, girl talks. It is as if they can go on forever talking about guys… it's pretty fascinating. But something was missing.

" I'm right now leaning toward Michael, to be honest. Lucifer is a bit too tall for me." She pouted and used her hand to illustrate just how short she is but then quickly adding, "but of course any of them is good, there's no choosing. A threesome is preferred, heh."

Dean rolled his eyes but he knows there was something of with the Siaev brothers… maybe there's someone missing? Yeah that might be it. "Hey y'all, aren't there three brothers? Who's the other one?"

"Yeah there are." Sam answered, looking over at him. "There's also the oldest, I think his name is Christi..um..crusty…no..custy…I cant remember." Jess shot him a look of disapproval because apparent Sam doesn't even know his own sports captain and answered for him. "His name is Castiel."

"Oh right! There we go." Dean clapped his hands together because the third man's name finally clicked into place. "Lisa, why just Lucifer and Michael but not the good old Castiel?" He asked, even though he doesn't really give a crap about who they are because it's not like he's going to hang out with them any time soon. They're overrated.

"Um…Castiel is so much more worse than his brothers. For some reason everyone is swooning over him but he barely gives a shit about them. He just couldn't less about the girls' feelings after they hook he is a good flirt, at least I have heard. Getting all the panties dropping to the ground" Lisa answered thoughtfully. "He's kind of the person that doesn't date people for more than one night. The last person he actually dated was this ginger chick named Anna but I think he got bored of her…poor Anna."

"Wait-" Sam interpreted, arching an eyebrow "are you saying that he's not worth it?"

"Nonononono" Lisa protested quickly, a look of offense on her face but it's clear that Sam's words couldn't be even more to the point. "I just don't want to waste my time on that one okay, not like— "

"—he's gonna care about you?" Dean finished it for her and she pouted, how adorable.

"Whatever." She said dismissively as the limo jerked to a stop in front of a big mansion what belongs to the Siaev's.

They could feel the thump of the bass vibrating in their chests as neon lights flashed through the second floor window. Jessica is already jumping in her seat: "What are you waiting for, let's go!"

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