When Dean found out what Balthazar did for a living.

This Chapter should be read with 'Pour some sugar on me' played on high Volume.

Chapter Title From: Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard. (tis the ultimate stripper song and will be used repeatedly in this fic :)
~Eli


Dean had been attending Thomas Jefferson High for two and a half weeks now, and presently he was sat in 'The Blue Oyster club', well it was a dance club/strip club, where Bela worked on Friday's; Friday's were Dyke nights. Bela worked as a dancer to put herself through High School and pay for the flat she rents. When Bela came out two years ago, her parent's cut her off, so now she works part time at BOC and waitresses Monday through to Thursday's. She'd saved enough for this year's rent and next year's, now she was saving for a car; in the meantime Dean said he'd drive her to and from work, being the gentleman he was. So as a thank you for driving her for the past two weeks, Bela had taken him out. She was sat next to him, sipping a virgin Apple Martini, which Dean had pointed out was just Apple juice.

"It sounds better." Bela stuck her tongue out and sipped her 'appletini'. Dean spun on the bar stool to lean against the bar, watching the dancers. None of them fazed him, or even attracted him. None of them where Castiel. Dean could just imagine Castiel standing up on the podium in tight black briefs and swaying his hips to the pulsing beat. Dean quickly crossed his legs and turned back to the bar.

"Hey, Bela?" Dean began, only to find Bela's seat empty and her half across the room, flirting with a fiery red-head. Dean cursed Bela under his breath and ordered another drink. He kept his head down as he felt someone move beside him and lean over the bar. The man's hand fell into Dean's focal range and he called to the bartender. The voice was deep, smooth like chocolate and made Dean's cock twitch. Dean eyed him from the corner of his eye.

It was Castiel. He looked hot. In a tight black button up shirt, those tight jeans and a pale trench coat.

"Can I have a Cosmopolitan, a Bloody Mary and a White Wine Spritzer and a diet coke, please?" Castiel asked, sitting down on Bela's stool, as the bartender made the drinks. Castiel remained facing the bar; Dean looked up and caught his eye. "Hello, Dean, isn't it?"

"Yes, Dean." Dean smiled at Castiel.

"I'm here picking up my brothers. Hence the diet coke." Castiel laughed and looked up at Dean.

"I'm here with Bela; it was supposed to be a night out as payback for being her chauffeur to work." Dean smiled back at him, took a sip of his drink before pulling off his coat. "As you can see she's ran off."

"Well you'll just have to settle for me." Castiel grinned and took a sip of the drink in front of him, before coughing. "Well that was alcoholic." Dean laughed, patting Castiel on the back as he continued coughing. "The Cosmopolitan is for Balthazar, and he has it strong."

"You wimp, it's not that bad." Dean laughed, smirking when Castiel straightened up.

"Oh really, you try it." Castiel raised an eyebrow and pushed the glass towards him; Dean raised an eyebrow back and chucked back a gulp of the drink.

"FUCK!" Dean cursed, "That's fucking strong, has your brother got a steel liver?"

"Obviously you haven't." Castiel replied, hiding a smile.

"I am sensing a challenge?" Dean pouted his lips a little, sensing Castiel's flirting.

"You know what, they can get a taxi home, you're on." Castiel picked up the remainder of the liquor and clinked Dean's whiskey glass and tossed it back.


Dean woke the next morning with a banging headache, and no memory of the night before. He fidgeted on the bed, stopping when his head spun. He refused to open his eyes for the fear of sunlight, when something or someone swung their arm across him and snuggled into his bare chest. His eyes shot open. There was a messy mop of black hair in the corner of his eye.

"Morning." Dean whispered, to wake up his mystery man. The man woke up groggily.

"Morning." He stretched and looked up at Dean with those bright blue eyes. "DEAN!?" He shouted in a whisper.

"CASTIEL!?" Dean replied, as shocked.

The memories came flooding back; the shots of vodka, the kiss in the alley, the hand job in the Taxi, then the mind-blowing sex. Dean could remember every inch of Castiel's perfect... body. Dean moved the duvet to see Castiel's naked body beside his.

"Did we?" Castiel asked, shifting away from Dean. Dean sat up, realised he was sat on something and moved it. He showed Castiel the used condom and nodded. "Shit." Castiel flopped back onto the bed.

"Where are we?" Dean asked, taking in the room that wasn't his.

"We're at mine." Castiel replied.

"Do you have your own flat?" Dean asked.

"My mother and father own this building, so they gave us our own flats, be and Balthazar share one. I doubt he came home last night." Castiel sighed, adjusting the covers.

"There's no point in that, I've seen it before." Dean laughed, attempting to calm his own nerves as well as Castiel's.

"You called me Cas last night." Castiel smiled.

"I believe I more screamed it..." Dean smirked.

"No one calls me Cas anymore, I get Cassy, Castiel and a few other things Balthazar picked up. I like it." Castiel smiled.

"Okay, Cas." Dean smiled. "Where do we go from here?" Cas sighed.

"I don't know." Cas turned over and looked up at Dean. They were silent for a good few minutes before the door swung open. Balthazar stood there in a towel.

"Fuck Buddies. There's your answer. Both of you aren't ready for any type of relationship but from what I heard, the sex was great." He watched as the two stared at each other, and then left.

Cas sat up, pulled on a shirt then turned to Dean.

"I think you should go." Castiel stared at Dean. Insulted and feeling cheap, Dean stood up. The sheet fell and he got dressed, flaunting what Castiel was missing as he went.

"I'm gone."


"DEAN, DEAN, DEAN!" Bela ran through the school halls to Dean, he hadn't heard from her since Saturday night. "I have something to tell you."

"Me too." Dean, still feeling rejected and cheap, turned to Bela. Bela looked great as always; she wore tight leather trousers with a rip in the knee, one of Dean's too small flannel shirts and a long trench coat. A trench coat like the one Castiel was wearing on Saturday.

"Okay, you go first." Bela said through panted breaths.

"No, you." Dean replied, leaning against his locker, still worn out from Saturday evening. Bela opened her mouth to talk just as the bell rang, Bela cursed and clamped her hand onto Dean's forearm and dragged him towards their English Class. Last week, in English, their teacher declared she was leaving to migrate to Africa to save orphans and get chained to a fence to fight for Civil Rights. So today was the first day of the new Teacher. The hottest news since Dean's arrival. Bela rushed to class, coming to a halt when she stepped inside the Room. Dean peered over Bela's shoulder.

Leaning over the desk was a tall willowy red-head, in a tight black pencil skirt and floating pinstriped white blouse. The woman looked over through hazel eyes and her pale pink lips created a perfect 'O' shape as her eyes clocked on Bela.

"Bela?" The woman whispered.

"Anna?" Bela screeched.

"It's Miss Milton here, Bela." Anna Milton replied, brushing down her skirt.

"You're our teacher?" Bela whispered.

"Yes I am. Now take your seat." Miss Milton snapped, returning behind her desk.

"Bela. Bela." Dean poked the girl until she sat in the desk beside him. "Who's she?"

"The girl I fucked on Saturday." Bela replied. "Anyway what's your big news?"

"You fucked a teacher!" Dean shouted, louder than anticipated. Bela slapped him.

"I didn't know she was a teacher then! Anyway, Sammy told me you hadn't been home? Who did you bed?" Bela Smirked, raising an eyebrow and taking a gulp of her diet Coke.

"Castiel Novak." Dean whispered. Bela spit her drink across the table and hit Chuck on the back of the head.