Ok so I hate not updating quickly, and since so many people favorited/alerted, I thought I would post something. Here it is. Please remember to review. More reviews means faster updates people!

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The next morning, Sam dropped by. As he opened the door, he caught sight of a figure asleep on the couch and closed the door quietly. As Sam approached, he realized the figure wasn't his brother, but some guy with black hair. Raising an eyebrow, Sam moved off to make coffee, figuring someone would explain things eventually.

As Cas opened his eyes, he realized that one, he was still in Dean's dorm, two, there was someone else in the room, and three, he had fallen asleep against Dean last night and had woken up with a blanket covering him and his shoes off. Cas sat up, trying to figure out how this could have happened when a voice sounded from behind him. "Morning" called a male voice, sounding far too happy for whatever time it was. "Do you want milk and sugar with your coffee?"

Cas turned and saw a sasquatch with a mop of brown hair, hazel eyes, and an absolutely gorgeous body. "Um, yeah thanks. Are you Gabriel?" he asked, wondering if this was Dean's roommate.

"Nope, just the little brother. I'm Sam," replied the man, smiling and handing Cas a cup.

"Oh, hello. I'm Cas. And this isn't what it looks like," said Cas somewhat awkwardly.

"Just looks like you crashed on a couch to me," replied Sam, smiling. "So how did you come to be on said couch?" He asked, flopping into the seat across from Cas with his own cup.

"Your brother and I were working on an English paper and I must have dozed off."

"You know, that's the first time I've heard that excuse from someone Dean had stay over and actually believed it." Sam smirked. "So are you planning on making a move?"

Cas nearly spit out his coffee. "Excuse me?"

"Well, I kinda saw you checking me out, and Dean is pretty good looking, so I was wondering if you were planning anything."

Cas just sat there with his mouth open for a second. His first thought was 'Oh hell yes I'm going to make a move'. What came out of his mouth was "I don't really think that would be appropriate. We are partners for the purpose of completing an English project. Besides, I doubt he would be interested."

"You would be surprised what Dean can be 'interested in' while drunk. Just in case you ever need that information."

"That is…most helpful. Thank you," replied Cas, stunned by Sam's perceptiveness. 'Geez it's like he can read minds.'

"What was helpful?" asked Dean, striding in wearing sweatpants and not much else.

"N-nothing. I was talking to your brother about the project and he suggested a source."

"Trust my geek brother to know something like that," replied Dean, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "So Sammy, I see you've met Castiel."

"It's Sam, and you know it," replied Sam without anger.

"Whatever, bitch."

"Whatever yourself, jerk," replied Sam. "So what are you up to today?"

"Well, I thought I would sit around, watch TV, maybe work on some homework, and tonight there's a party at the AA. Hey Cas, feel like getting drunk tonight? Sam?"

Sam was struck with an idea. "I can't go. Cas, can you supervise him for me? I can't be on hand to pick him up if he gets wasted."

"AA? Isn't that sort of the opposite of a bar?" asked Castiel.

"It stands for Archangel Abyss," said Sam, smirking. "But everyone calls it AA."

"So that's settled then. Cas, meet me downstairs at seven, and I will show you a fantastic night," said Dean. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some very important homework to do that must be turned in by 2 this afternoon." With that Dean walked into his bedroom, leaving Cas and Sam alone together again.

"You're welcome. Oh and here's my number," said Sam, writing a phone number on one of the notebooks on the table before smiling and getting up. He walked over to the door, but turned back. "Text me tomorrow and tell me how it went. You really should go for it. Much as he likes to pretend he's all macho, he's actually a total softy. And not quite as straight as he may think."

Castiel just sat there, stunned. Did he have a date tonight?

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At seven that night, Cas showed up at the door to Dean's dorm in a tight-fitting black t-shirt and comfortable jeans. At exactly 7:05, Dean scrambled down the stairs in jeans and a black t-shirt with a green button-up open over it. "Sorry, had to finish typing something. Ready?"

"Sure. Although I must tell you, I've never actually…been to a bar," said Cas, looking at the ground.

Dean threw an arm around his shoulder and grinned. "Don't worry, I am a master at imbibing copious quantities of alcohol."

Cas smiled and followed Dean to his car, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw which car was his. "Is that…is that a '67 Chevy Impala?" asked Cas, awe in his voice.

"Yeah, she's been in the family for a while. Still runs like new, though," said Dean, climbing into the driver seat. As Cas got in, Dean pulled out, heading for the club.

"Um Dean?" began Cas, then stopped, unsure of how to go on.

"What's up?"

"Well, I mean I'm not really…social. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do at a bar."

"Don't worry about it. Just relax, it'll be fun," said Dean, glancing at Cas and smiling.

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When they finally arrived, Cas got out, and he could already hear the thump of bass. Oh no. "Dean, I can't dance."

"Seriously, you have got to stop worrying. Just follow my lead, k?" Cas followed Dean inside, and was immediately assaulted by loud pop/rock music.

They say before you start a war,

you better know what you're fighting for.

Well baby, you are all that I adore,

If love is what you need, a soldier I will be.

Actually, he kinda liked that song. He followed Dean to the bar, where Dean order two shots of tequila, and told the bartender to keep them coming. "Dean what are we..?"

"Just trust me." Somehow, that sentence made Cas trust him even less. "I know about drinking."

After several minutes, Cas was lightly buzzed but remembered he had to drive home, so he asked the bartender for a Coke. He received it thankfully and watched, somewhat amazed, as Dean continued to do shots for nearly an hour, until he could barely stay on his stool. Eventually, Cas decided that Dean needed to go home. He was utterly wasted, words slurring so badly he could only catch every second or third word. "Come on Dean, time to go home." With this, he slipped an arm around his new friend's shoulders and half dragged him to the car, having already taken his keys several minutes ago, when it became clear Dean had no intention of driving tonight. After getting him settled in the passenger seat, Cas got into the driver's side, beyond happy to be able to drive this gorgeous car.

He got them back to Dean's dorm, managed to get him upstairs, and finally got to the door before realizing he didn't know where Dean's key was. He patted Dean down as carefully as he could, trying not to notice the toned, beautiful body just under those clothes. Finally, he found it, unlocked the door, and dragged Dean as gently as he could into his room. Cas got him in bed, shoes off, under the covers, and then dragged a chair over to watch him as he slept, making sure he was ok. Somewhere around midnight he finally fell asleep to the soft sounds of Dean breathing. As unconsciousness claimed him, he thought 'I could get used to this.'

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So mostly just a bunch of fluff, but I wanted to update quickly, so here it is. Once again, reviews are love people. I need love! Also, if anyone has any suggestions, this whole fic was brought by a random comment by my friend Neko, and I will try to work in your suggestions.