"You're late." Sam said, his voice slightly blurred through the shitty speaker of his phone.
"I know, I know, I'm like half way there." Dean muttered, truthfully he hadn't even left his house yet. Why did Sam even want Dean to go to Charlie's birthday party. He was going to end up wasted as fuck, and Sam and the rest of Sam's nerd friends that were sort of Dean's friend were going to be super pissed at him.
"I don't even know anyone going." Dean muttered.
"You know me, and Charlie, and I've met some of Charlie's other friend sand there really nice." Sam's argument was about as good as expired milk.
"Dude, it's a Friday night, I'm not spending it with a group of nerds talking about nerdy books and nerdy shows while I'm bored out of my mind." Dean groaned, he could be at a bar right now, he could be having sex right now.
"Then bring a friend man, I don't know. I'm pretty sure Charlie wouldn't mind. One person though, and not one of your fuck buddies because that's just going to make it awkward." Sam made the same kind of sigh he always did when he was ready for the phone call to be over.
"I guess I will." Dean remarked, a little pissed by Sam's 'fuck buddy' comment.
He could bring a friend, except for one tiny, minor detail; he didn't really have any. Sure, there were some guys from the bar he worked at, but he wasn't really friendly enough to ask any of them to go to a birthday party with him. God, it sounded like he was seven or something. He had countless phone numbers from perfectly hot women, but those were women whom he made sure he never really talked to again.
"Guess I'm going alone." He muttered. Time for shitty food, and shitty beer, and a plain old shitty time.
He got into his Impala; Charlie's birthday present, a Heat Changing Tardis mug, sat in the back seat. It was a long drive to get to Charlie's apartment, he was probably breaking the speed limit by 30 miles per hour, but he was supposed to have left 25 minutes ago. Oh fucking well.
It was when he was at an intersection that he saw the dude. A sort of scruffy looking, way to overdressed looking dude. A guy looking to hitchhike. Tjis could work. He stopped at the light and rolled down his window.
"Wanna ride?" He shouted, the man nodded, walking around the car. The man walked calmy, which was kind of weird seeing as it was a busy intersection.
"Where you headed?" Dean asked as soon as the man was in the car.
"Where ever really, my brother kicked me out of our apartment, so I'm just kind of trying to get away for a while."
''Yea, my brother's a real pain in my ass too, name's Dean by the way."
"Castiel."
"Your parents hippies or something?"
"No, they were actually-"
Dean cut him off, "Yea, sorry don't really care. Sorry, that was kind of rude. But here's my problem, I have to go to this lame ass birthday party tonight, I mean who still has birthday party's once there past 20? That's some lame ass shit right there, anyway I don't really want to go, but I kind of have to because she's sort of my friend, and my brother said I could bring a friend, 'course I'm not going to fucking do what he says, but I also want to have some fun tonight. So do you want to come?"
"Won't your brother be angry if you bring a random hitchhiker?" The guy, Castiel, asked.
"Eh, he'll probably be kind of pissed, but it'll be funny." Dean replied, Sam was pretty fun to mess with.
"What if I'm a serial killer?" Cas asked.
"Are you a serial killer?"
"No, but I'm pretty sure that's what a serial killer would say too."
"Well hey, bringing a serial killer to a party will liven things up." Dean shrugged.
"No it won't, everybody would end up dead." Cas retorted, and he caused a small snort to come from Dean.
"Well if you don't kill everybody tonight, I'll drive you to a motel tonight, deal?"
"Thank you Dean, that is very generous of you." Cas smiled, his grin practically reached his very, very blue eyes.
The drove for a little bit longer, the highway soon turning into main roads, turning into backroads, turning into streets, turning into driveways. Charlie's pary was already in full swing by the time they arrived. Dean handed her her crappily wrapped mug.
"Gee, I wonder what it is." She muttered, seeing as Dean had only wrapped some tissue paper around the cup part of the mug. "And I wonder who that is." She motioned to Cas.
"Guys this is Castiel. I picked him up hitchhiking ten minutes ago, he may or may not be a serial killer."
"Damn it Dean." Sam muttered. Dean smiled a bit to himself.
"Sorry Sam, you said no fuck buddies, but nothing was uttered about serial killer hitchhikers."
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