After a short drive they pulled up to their favourite club –well, aside from Dean who thoroughly enjoyed Lawrence's Flamingo Club, a topless bar- and Sam hopped out, giving his friends a wave as they pulled in. He took a short cut and beat them all there, knowing that would piss Dean and Bella off more than a little.

Dean pulled in right after Sam and slammed it into park. He opened his car door and hoped out, leaning over the roof. "How they hell did you get here so fast?" Refusing to believe Sam actually beat Dean there. Dean had lost sight of him at one point, and was convinced that Sam had gotten lost and had a good laugh over it. Evidently not.

Adam climbed out of Dean's car and trotted over to Sam. "Nice," he high fived Sam's victory over Dean and happily headed for the club.

"Right, you ungrateful jerk." Dean muttered. For some reason Adam really preferred Sam over Dean, and Dean couldn't figure out why. Sam said it had something to do with Dean being a jerk.

Sam glanced at his friends as they pulled one by one into the parking lot and just smiled at them. He lifted his hand casually and high-fived Adam, only giving Dean a grin, "Guess I just know Lawrence better than you do."

Bella was quick to park next to Dean, intentionally close enough that she nicked the back of his jacked with her side mirror. Her devilish smile betrayed her already sarcastic "oops," when she smiled at Dean while climbing out of her car. "My mistake."

Dean frowned, "Well it wouldn't happen if you knew how to drive."

Clubbing was one of the groups few agreed upon activities. Bella and Jo loved the attention and loved to dance, not to mention the drinks. For Dean it was a no brainer, but he usually preferred a bar to a club. A little bit of a different atmosphere with different clientele, but lately all of the young hot chicks tended to frequent these pop-dance type clubs. Dean went where the hot chicks went, and it seemed to work better when going with brothers and friends. The music was Sam's thing, being into computers and whatnot, Sam had a higher opinion of remixes than Dean did. It was just sound by this point, not music (if it could ever have been considered music). Adam tried to be one of those popular kids in school, might even be succeeding, but Dean still called him a tool. Chuck didn't fit in anywhere, so it didn't matter where they took him.

Dean checked Sam and Bella's cars, "Hey, where's Chuck anyway?" Dean thought about it and exchanged glances with Sam before laughing. "Alright, he'll get here eventually."

He glanced around along with the others, not spotting Chuck. He opened his mouth slightly but had nothing to say, "Uhm... Yeah." He looked at Dean, "I guess he'll get here when he gets here... Remind me to apologize to that guy."

It was earlier in the evening though so it'd be a little while before the real parties started. Their group gathered at the bar and had a few drinks, hanging out and having an amazing time. Sam glanced back at the dance floor and noticed that it had packed up quite a bit in the two and a half hours they'd been chilling.

Dean settled onto a stool at the bar with the others. He ordered his favourite beer, on tap, and chatted with the others for a while. It was interesting how they went early to clubs when it was a nightlife scene. It was sort of similar to how people casually go for coffee to catch up and reminisce. Only with techno and beer. As the evening gave way to night the music boomed louder and the crowds flooded in. It was party time, and despite Dean's decided dislike of the 'music' he was moving with the powerful, driving beat. Just a little.

Jo sighed and hopped off her stool, "I'm gonna go dance," she smiled at the others and ran into the crowd. Sam just nodded and took another swig from his beer, his eyes scanning the people that were slowly filling the place up.

"Yeah, you do that." Dean called after Jo. Bella was quick to follow her out, not to leave a girlfriend alone on the dance floor. Dean had tried it with those two, but it never really panned out. At clubs, he refused to dance with them. He usually refused to dance period, but especially with them. Awkward by any other name was still awkward.

Chuck walked into the club, almost receiving a hassle over the dress code. He always brushed that bottom line. He walked over to the bar and ordered a double shot of whiskey. "I can't believe you guys left me behind!" He finally said, after throwing back his drink. He ordered another. "That was just mean."

Sam looked over at their scruffy friend and waved his hand, "Hey Chuck!" his face fell a little, "I know... I'm sorry; I thought... well... there's no excuse really. Sorry Chuck."

A man entered the bar and for some reason he caught Sam's eye. In the dim lighting he couldn't tell at first glance but the longer he stared the more he started to recognize the guy. 'Oh my god it's Castiel...' he thought as he swallowed another gulp of his drink. He looked at the others and no one seemed to notice. He quickly looked back and saw Castiel's slender frame strolling to the dance floor, a certain bounce in his step.

Sam watched for a few moments and saw the change in the crowd immediately, Castiel had broken out into dancing with the rest of them, but he was the center of everyone's attention. From what Sam could see he was incredible, his moves weren't planned but they were impressive, as if he'd practiced it for months before showing up at the club.

"Whatever, you made it." Dean answered Chuck, only half paying attention to Chuck's pouting and grievances. Dean noticed that Sam's gaze had fixated, and wondered who could possibly grab Sam's attention like that. Dean followed Sam's general stare and found the man who commanded his brother's attention.

Every move Cass made matched the music; the beat and flow of the song were his tools. His performance, just as a civilian in a bar, was professional and more than enough entertainment for the crowd that had gathered to watch him. He was mouthing the words to the song as he moved; his blue eyes searched the bar for something, something to focus on. Then they landed on Dean.

The man couldn't have been any taller than 5'8". He had mussy black hair and a bit of stubble. Dean noticed that his walk was confident -not necessarily arrogant. And even from a distance Dean could see the piercing blue eyes, dead-set on the dance floor. "Oh," Dean elbowed Sam, "So that's your type, huh?" Dean chuckled and took another sip of his drink. Dean noted that Sam's attention stayed half on the black haired man, even when turning back to conversation. Dean stopped and looked back at the dance floor. Whoever that guy was, he could really move. He looked like he was just having fun, not forced or concentrated, but he gathered quite the crowd.

Sam, his attention suddenly stuck on Castiel's entrance, hadn't been expecting Dean's elbow in his shoulder. Shooting a glare at Dean he muttered, "No." Though he knew that there was no defending that kind of thing. However he did notice that Dean's attention had also been caught. Sam raised his eyebrows, glancing at lead singer's provocative performance then back at his brother. "Though he may be yours..." He smirked taking another sip of his drink.

Sexuality had never been an issue for Pleasure My Angel, Castiel didn't care what anyone said about it. There were rumours roaming that he was homosexual, bi-sexual, even 'A' sexual. He didn't give them any reason to believe anything. However lately he'd been feeling a little... lonely.

When his gaze rested on a young man, close to his age, his felt a skip in his chest and he knew what to do. As the song seemed to shift to a more personal theme, the artist of the song focusing on singing to another person rather sexually, Cass closed the distance between them while still continuing his unplanned performance. He stopped suddenly, as the song had almost entirely stopped its tempo; he was a few feet away from Dean, motioning seductively for him to follow Cass back to the dance floor. As the music picked up again, so did Castiel's movements. He took hold of Dean's wrist and playfully tugged, his hips never stopping their momentum.

The music was pounding, and every beat was joined by a sway of the man's hips or a turn of the head. Dean found himself watching with surprising interest. The beat switched up, and Dean could have sworn the center-of-attention dancer locked eyes with him for a second. Dean took a reality check when Cass approached -that couldn't be right. The look in his eyes was lustful, high on life and dancing, and there was a determination in those eyes. Dean took another drink.

Sam stared in completely awe at the sight; he lifted his cell and took as many pictures as he could. Castiel, the Castiel was not only dancing at the same club as them, but he was practically hitting on Dean. 'Still think they suck?' Sam thought as he watched his brother's expression.

Shock, intrigue, and a hint of excitement crossed Dean's face when Castiel approached and took his wrist, tugging him off to the dance floor. Dean took a look at Sam, no clear question evident in his eyes, and no real determination. He was somewhat confused, but he was going to go.

Dean's lost expression only made Sam grin more, after his original shock he couldn't help but smile. Castiel was totally hitting on his brother. He hadn't known that Cass was gay but there it was, the angel going after a man.

Inevitably Cass returned to the dance floor, hoping that Dean had followed him. Castiel focused his moves on and around Dean, never once taking his eyes away. There was an instant spark between the two, whether either would admit it or not.

Before Dean had a chance to realize what he was doing, his beer was out of his hand and on the bar. He was trailing behind the blue eyed dancer out onto the dance floor. Dean felt like the very privileged pole for a talented pole dancer. Cass was on him like bees to honey, and Dean could feel his temperature rising. He moved with the beat, and against Castiel. It was hot in there, but it was hotter between them. Dean could feel his heart racing as Castiel danced circles around him and more importantly against him. It was a high-contact dance scene, and Dean only wished it could've lasted longer.

Throughout the song Cass felt the intensity between them, how into it they both were. He felt a warm feeling run through his body, starting in his chest. It felt odd, but not enough to scare him. He made a point of keeping eye contact between them when he could, though he enjoyed not facing his dance partner and feeling the closeness of the other man's hips. He licked his lips when he'd turn around again, his eyes following up from Dean's lower regions to his face again. Everything about him was gorgeous.

The dancing continued for about two more songs before the DJ spoke up again, "Lookie here, party people! We have a real live celebrity in our midst tonight! Has everyone heard of the band Pleasure My Angel?" The crowd shrieked in response, though Dean only saw a smile on Castiel's face. Cass wasn't about to shout for himself, that's just sad. "Well let's give a warm welcome to Castiel, everybody!" The shrieks only got louder, the attention in the crowd seemed to swarm around Cass and Dean as everyone either spotted the angel or searched for him. "Come on, Angel! Give us a private show, would ya?"

The crowd only grew wilder as the club shouted in agreement. The DJ grinned as he started playing the intro to one of PMA's top songs, "C'mon, I got the music track going with no vocals hooked up! You gotta sing now."

Dean's eyes rolled as the crowd cheered for Pleasure My Angel. He looked at Cass, evidently unimpressed. The man just smiled at him, not cheering, but still smiling. The DJ made a call to flush the lead singer out of the crowd.

Castiel just smirked at the situation; his hand-or voice-was being forced. He only had 30 seconds before the vocals were supposed to kick in; he turned to Dean and gave him a light kiss on the lips for a goodbye.

Dean's eyes widened, the realization of being kissed by a man sinking in fast.

After that Cass vanished into the crowd... well, more like on top of the crowd. He surfed to the stage and climbed on, taking hold of the microphone just in time. As the DJ had promised, there were no background vocals; he only played the instrumental version. Castiel's voice washed over the club in seconds, his stage presence was more than impressive. It was impossible to just dance to his song while he was in the room, all eyes were on him at all times and throughout the entire performance the cheering never stopped.

Sam stepped up next to Dean and pat his shoulder, "Still think Castiel has no stage presence?" Sam hadn't missed the kiss between the two; he'd gotten a clear, perfect shot of them with his cell and intended to print it later.

Dean was still in shock; Castiel took two steps into the crowd, and for lack of a better description, was lifted up on high. Dean watched his unknown acquaintance revealed as the formerly disliked Castiel leave the ground, like an angel. A nightclub angel who drank beer and kissed men. Dean had to give his head a shake and looked at Sam. "That was Castiel?" Dean pointed in disbelief, although he really already knew.

Sam nodded to Dean, "Yep, that's Castiel, the angel." He smiled, "Still hate the band?" He figured the answer would definitely be yes, it wasn't the band that Dean would like after this, it'd be Cass.

Cass' call to stage wasn't surprising to him; he had expected it when he walked into the club. He'd made eye contact with the DJ on arrival and had received a wink. As Cass sang and moved on stage he scanned the crowd for his dance partner, wishing he'd gotten the man's name. It was something he'd regret for a while, that much he knew.

Dean looked back at the performance. He never cared for PMA's singles, didn't pick up on the bass line or seem terribly interested in the guitar riffs. But watching Castiel's solo live performance, Dean was beginning to understand why the band was made after Castiel's discovery -without him there would be no band. Dean was kicking himself for his issues of pride.

Putting his pride aside, Dean started shoving his way through the crowd. Or trying to. The appearance of a celebrity in the club sent the crowds into psychotic fandom. The screaming fans and thick crowds were difficult to manage. Dean still attempted to make to the stage, being somewhat successful in pushing the smaller people out of the way.

He didn't bother following Dean to the front of the crowd; instead he made it back to the bar to sit next to Chuck and Adam. Since Cass had reached the stage Sam figured the girls wouldn't return until Dean did so he decided to show the guys the picture he'd gotten.

The song came to a close before he made it to the front. "Thank you Castiel for your valued appearance! Let's give him a round of applause!" The DJ's announcement sent the club into a deafening scream. Dean covered his ears in an attempt to prevent them from bleeding. Fangirls. "Now to ensure that tomorrow's concert goes off without a hitch, let's sure to be nice and let Castiel out of here alive."

Even as the DJ spoke, one of Castiel's body guards had come up behind the stage and began escorting him off the premises.

Cass felt his body guard's hands on his shoulders and he pouted, he'd finally spotted Dean at the front of the stage but he wasn't able to go that way. He gave a short wave and turned away, squaring his shoulders and making sure to strut off. If his partner had been watching he wanted to ensure that he looked good on his exit as well.

Dean cursed his luck and booked it to the back door. Security was tight, and Dean only caught a glimpse of Castiel's back as he was taken out.

"Shit," Dean cursed his luck for a second time. He knew that even if he had caught up, he had no idea what he would have said. Dean rejoined Sam and Chuck at the bar. "Well I'm all danced out for the night," Dean sighed and sat back down. The rest of the night was fairly uneventful in Dean's mind. He reflected on Castiel the rest of the evening, the flirtatious expression in his eyes, his lucid movements and exceptional body. Dean shook his head and rummaged in his pocket. Looking at the VIP ticket, Dean furrowed his brow in frustration. What would he say when he talked to Castiel?

Cass frowned at the body guards, "Man this sucks, why do I have to leave so early? I just got here!"

One of them shook his head, "You have a show tomorrow night, you can party after that."

Cass sighed and hopped in the rental car, "Fine fine... I hope whoever won the hang-out tickets are cool, I wanna dance more."

The guards looked at one another and shrugged, closing the star's door and climbing in on their side.

Chuck smiled when Sam came back to the bar, half knowingly he asked, "Where did Dean go?" When Sam showed them the picture, however, he was completely floored. It was all Chuck could do to keep from bursting into little hysteric giggles. "Oh my god, is that really your brother?" Most would think that the appropriate question would be: 'is that really Cass?' but regardless of whether or not it was Cass, Dean was still photographed willingly kissing a man. And with a reputation like Dean's, Chuck couldn't help the hysterics.

Adam almost lost his drink. "Just wait til dad sees that, he'll kill him." Adam eyed the picture again, "I guess Dean doesn't joke around, eh? He did tell Bella he was going to sleep with Castiel before she got a chance to."

"What did Dean tell me?" Bella and Jo briefly returned to their party, mostly to gush over Castiel's surprise appearance and performance. Bella was surprised to find that all the guys already knew, and what was better, Dean had danced with him. And judging from the un-photoshopped cell phone pic, had made out with him.

Sam grinned, "I saw Dean run out back after Cass was lead off stage."

Jo looked shocked, "You serious? Why? He hates Castiel."

Sam's grin widened as he lifted his phone, the photo he'd taken on the display. "He's been kissed by an angel, he can't help himself."

Jo's face flushed, "Oh my god he's such a lucky bitch!" She pouted.

"Lucky bitch indeed," Bella echoed Jo's statement. "You know this means we're not his type, right?" She looked at Jo with a fair amount of disappointment in her eyes, as though at one time it were actually a realistic possibility that she could get together with PMA's lead singer. Jo only nodded sadly in agreement.

The rest of the evening was like it always was, though this time no one got incredibly drunk because they'd be going to a concert the next day. As everyone scattered, Sam offered to drive Adam home, knowing that Chuck would rather not leave his bike at the bar over night.

He walked in the front door of his place and kicked his shoes off, he shared a house with Dean and really wanted to ask about the dance with Cass but he figured he'd leave it alone for a little while.

It was a couple hours after Castiel was dragged back to one of the band's executive suites before Gabriel stumbled back in, laughing and apparently still having a good time. His body guard gave him a final little shove before closing the door behind him.

"Castiel, my man, that was one killer performance," Gabriel stumbled over to his bed and landed on his face. He used a casual toe-to-heel motion and slipped his shoes off. He turned his head to the side to talk again, "It's a real shame that you had to leave so early, this town really knows how to party!" Evidently Gabriel had gone to the same club as Cass. He'd entered at a later time, seeing them both in the same place might tip off the fans. The joys of being the bassist included not being as noticeable and being able to go out in public. It was fantastic. Sure, the face got all the publicity, but the face got all the publicity, get it?

Castiel had been forced back to the club early and now Gabriel comes in going on about how awesome it was. He sat up from his bunk bed and attempted to mask his pout with a frown, "Dude shut up!" He laughed a little, "Like I wanted to leave early, you dick." He threw a pillow at his friend, "Just go to bed, drunkie." Cass rolled onto his back again and stared at the ceiling. "But thanks."

"No prob. You know, I saw the names of the six winners. Doesn't look like anything special, I don't recognize them. Three of them are brothers, from the looks of it. Or there are two kids and a dad. Hey, what if some teenagers –or worse! Pre-teens, won the VIP tickets? We're going to babysit all day? Damn! That would suck. Anywho, g'night." It didn't take long for Gabriel to pass out and Castiel to finally get his peace and quiet back.

Cass scratched the back of his head thoughtfully, 'Three brothers? So at least half of them are gonna be guys... that's a nice change.' He smiled to himself as he closed his eyes, not terribly bothered by the thought of babysitting pre-teens. Kids could be the coolest people he knew sometimes.

Dean threw shirt after shirt onto a discard pile on the floor of his room. He was going to see Castiel tonight after the concert, and he needed to wear something half decent. Every time he found something that worked, he tossed it aside, refusing to believe he was so worked up over seeing a guy. "I am so not gay, and he so does not have any talent." Dean stubbornly attempted to stick to his old opinions, half knowing that there was no way that he could. He finally settled on a t-shirt and over shirt ensemble that looked very much the same as everything else he owned, and Dean was satisfied.

He was meeting the others at the concert hall before the concert was to begin. He hoped that Sam hadn't been scammed and that the tickets were legit -nothing worse than being dragged to a concert he didn't like to find out that he really wanted to go, just to join the others in their mourning cries of not seeing the concert.

Dean found that he was the first to arrive, and was mentally kicking himself. He was too excited for this whole thing. He even came early. Sam was going to laugh his ass off.

Sam was totally ready for the concert but he figured it'd be more fun to drive together so he offered to drive the others in. Since there were too many of them for one vehicle Dean went in alone, though that wasn't uncommon for the older Winchester. Sam had picked Adam up first, then Bela and Jo since they were roommates, and lastly he got Chuck.

"Didn't forget you this time!" He smiled as he pulled up, the windows open as usual. Family rode in the front seat so Bela, Jo and Chuck were all squished together in the back. Sam loved shoving Bela into the back seat of vehicles, only because she usually drove the most expensive cars out there.

Chuck practically fell down his front stoop in an excited hurry to get to Sam's car. "I can see that you didn't forget me, now just don't leave without me!" He had a few rolled up posters and cds almost falling out of his hands –probably for the band to sign. He scrambled over to the passenger side door only to find it locked. He looked up at the window to find Bella sitting there with an 'I don't think so' expression. She was unhappy enough to be in the backseat, she wasn't going to be in the middle as well. Chuck sighed and ran around to the other side of the car where the much kinder Jo Harvelle would let him in.

"You're not that big, quit taking up so much space," Bella immediately complained.

"I have a lot of stuff," Chuck protested, knowing that defending himself from Bella was an impossible task –she was simply always right, and there was nothing else to say.

Pulling into the concert hall's parking lot and searching for a spot, Sam saw that the Impala was parked nice and close. With the biggest grin of the last 24-hours, he pointed as they passed, "Looks like Dean couldn't wait."

Bella couldn't help but laugh, "There is no way he got a space like that with a car that size unless he was here well before the crowds. Does he have nowhere to be? Or is he just that excited for the concert?" Needless to say after the three weeks of Dean's unimpressed harassment over the group's obsession over PMA, they found it ironic at the least that now Dean himself was all fan-giddy over the band.

"Or maybe this has something to do with a secret rendezvous with a certain angel?" Bella smirked at the thought of it. Dean and Castiel? If she hadn't seen the picture for herself, she'd never even entertain the thought. But now that the thought was there, it was very entertaining indeed.

They finally found a spot and he jumped out, walking toward the building. Once inside he spotted Dean and approached, receiving the most unfriendly hello yet, Dean raised a hand, "I really don't want to hear it. So are we going in or what?"

"Hey I'm not saying anything," Sam raised his hands defensively in response, then pulling out his ticket. "Everyone brought theirs I hope."

Bella chuckled at Dean's defensive nature. She had seen the pictures on Sam's phone. Truthfully she was jealous, but the sight of Dean being kissed by a man was hilarious. The irony that it happened to be a man he publically claimed to dislike was even better.

"Were you here this early to meet up with your boyfriend?" There more Bella smiled the more Dean glared.

"Shut up."

Dean realized five minutes into the warm up band that he did not want to be there. PMA, he'd see. The warm up bands? Oh god no. They were awful. Dean excused himself and wandered down the halls to kill time. He just wanted to see Cass already.

The warm up bands were like the usual warm up bands, something that you wouldn't normally listen to unless they were on right before your favourite was. Sam watched Dean shift uncomfortably and leave, just shaking his head. "I'll text you when PMA's on." He said loud enough that Dean could hear it. They dragged him to this thing; the least they could do was let him leave during the warm up bands. Hell, even Sam wasn't sure he wanted to sit through them.