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This was supposed to be a two shot, but I couldn't resist leaving you with the last line.

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You guys can hit the (cue) thing up again, for kicks. There are two cues in this. It's not timed or anything, it's just where I think would be a good place to start up the music.

So I'm sorry akuma-river about the mix up^^''' Okay, for everyone else who didn't have this conversation with me, the list of songs is for the disclaimer and so no one has to go surfing the pages for a song they liked and to make sure I don't get sued. I'm too lazy to take down the story and make this thing a one shot.

The first time Castiel had lost a victim when he was human, it had hit him hard. Sam and Dean had been at a loss of what to do. They had always been hit hard when they lost a person to the supernatural, but Castiel wasn't responding to anything, not even Dean. When Sam was out on a hunt, helping out a friend of Bobby's, Dean had taken him to a bar in an attempt to cheer him up.

"Come on Cas, nothing like drunk idiots singing karaoke to cheer you up," Dean smiled, nudging the ex-angel. Castiel hadn't responded. After trying to get Castiel to drink (he had only succeeded in getting him to take a few gulps, which had stunned the bartender because whatever it was had been strong, but to Castiel it was like a milkshake, even in his human form) and then Dean had excused himself, saying he had to, "hit the head."

"I made you a table/ One that's safe and one that looks strong/ to keep your candles and your books on," Castiel knew that voice. There was no one else with that voice. He turned around to find Dean singing and staring straight at him. It took him awhile to key into the words instead of just letting Dean's voice just wash over him.

"But I'll remember you/ I'll remember you,"

Dean had had no problem getting the song on Castiel's mp3 when he asked, but had denied liking it when Castiel had questioned him about it.

Fell on Black Days by Soundgarden wasn't a song he listened to often anymore. He used to listen to it when he first lost his angelic powers. Dean had rolled his eyes and smacked the ex-angel on the back of the head and told him to listen to something happier and quit pouting otherwise he'd never get out of that slump.

He played Let Me Take You Home Tonight by Boston often. Every time Dean had a one night stand, every time Dean flirted with some random girl, every time Castiel grew nostalgic about his moments with Dean… he would play this song.

Sam had caught on, like with most of his songs. Sam had dubbed Castiel's collection that he had found out about his "moody" collection. He plopped down next to Castiel on the bed and turned on the television, acting as if they were brothers and turned the station to a cop show that they made fun of or a nature documentary on which they both nitpicked at.

Castiel had gotten interested in Kansas after Sam had explained that Dean meant listening to a band and not the actual city of Kansas. Before Castiel understood what Sam and Dean were saying, he had responded, "Why did Kansas make a band and the other states didn't?"

The first time he had been forced to go on a solo hunt, Castiel had played Play the Game Tonight by Kansas. Castiel had gotten sick of the quietness. Dean was sick and Sam and Castiel had left him at Bobby's. Sam had gotten caught by the demon and so Castiel had made up his mind and bluffed his way through the demon's lair to Sam with a flashy display of his angel powers (fireworks) and fancy blade work (that was all him).

They had agreed not to tell Dean about the part where Sam had been kidnapped…

But they had told Dean how badass Castiel had been, charging in to save the, uh, "civilians."

Of course, there were a few times Castiel himself had been in a tough bind. He had his mp3 in his pocket, having gotten into the habit of never going anywhere without it. He had fallen into a hole after he had finished hunting a wendigo in the forest. He sprained his ankle and couldn't climb out of the hole. He played Man in the Box by Alice in Chains as he waited for Dean and Sam. It had been morning when they found him and Castiel didn't think he'd ever hold onto something so tight ever again as he did when he clung onto the brothers when they pulled him out.

Dean had even let him cling to him the whole way back to the motel, letting Sam drive.

"What're you listening to?" Sam asked.

"Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad by Def Leppard," Castiel answered.

"You've been spending too much time with Dean," Sam shook his head. "I knew I never should have let him put music on your mp3… I'm surprised he even knew how to do it."

"Sam?"

"What?"

"Laugh, I Nearly Died," Castiel said. Sam let out a sound that sounded like a cross between a groan and a laugh. Castiel wasn't sure how he pulled it off.

"Rolling Stones?"

"Yep," Castiel said.

"So get in there," Sam said.

"I can't," Castiel swallowed.

"Why not?" Sam demanded.

"What if he doesn't like me? What if I disgust him? What will I do then? I'll have nowhere to go-" Castiel panicked.

"Cas, Cas, calm down. That won't be a problem because Dean likes you. Now get in there," Sam said. "Show off. Come on, what happened to the guy who stormed into a demon infested place to save me with fireworks and demon killing knives?"

"He's in Kansas," Castiel said.

"Cas,"

"I didn't have a choice then!"

"And you don't have one now. If you don't tell him then I am," Sam said. "Here, give me your mp3."

"Why?" Castiel asked defensively. Sam rolled his eyes, motioning with his fingers for Castiel to give him. Castiel gave Sam his mp3 like a child handing his video game over because he was being punished. Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes again as he scrolled down Castiel's song list and found what he was looking for.

"There, Bad to the Bone. Go get him," Sam said. (cue) Castiel took a deep breath and turned to walk into the bar Dean was in. "Hey, Cas. You look good."

"Thank you, Sam," Castiel said. Sam watched as Castiel walked into the bar before pulling his cell phone out.

"Bobby? Yeah, Rufus is already there? Great, thanks. No, he's never met Cas before and Cas has never met him. We're good,"

He walked into the bar, letting the door almost slam shut. He was well aware of everyone looking at him. He was more than aware of Dean at the pool table, green eyes trailing every move he made as he made his way to the bar.

"What'll you be having?" the bartender asked.

"A beer, thanks," Castiel said. The bartender nodded and put the glass in front of him. Castiel had positioned himself so he could see Dean out of his peripheral vision but Dean wouldn't notice him looking. He hid a smile with his glass and took a drink.

"Can I get you another of what you're drinking?" a man asked, sliding into the seat next to him. "Make it a contest?" Castiel would have been a bit surprised if he hadn't added that last line. He didn't think they were in a gay bar- and looking around at the company, he was pretty sure they weren't.

"My tolerance for alcohol is most likely higher than yours," Castiel informed him.

"Sure about that boy?" he chuckled. "Sounds likes a challenge to me. You drink like a demon or something?"

"Angel, actually," Castiel said absentmindedly, having gotten used to the demon-devil references whenever someone referred to his skills. The man chuckled, taking it in good stride, as if he actually got Castiel's reference.

"Alright then…"

"Castiel,"

"Castiel, I'm Rufus. Let's have a drinking contest," he said.

"What's in it for you? You're going to be hung over in the morning," Castiel said. The man seemed to be thrown off by Castiel's neutral tone, one that told him that he wasn't bragging.

"Well son, let's make this interesting. You lose, you don't make the same mistake I made and go kiss that young man over there. The one that hasn't taken his eyes off of you since you got in here and is staring like he's gonna kill me," Rufus said. Castiel risked a glance.

"Dean?" Castiel asked.

"The young man with the military haircut? Blonde hair?" Rufus asked.

"That's him," Castiel nodded. "You really think he's staring?"

"Trust me, he hasn't taken his eyes off of you," Rufus said. "Bartender, another beer for me and Castiel."

"We never set the terms for if you lose," Castiel said.

"Son, I won't lose. I've been doing this longer than you. I'm probably old enough to be your father," Rufus said and Castiel snorted.

"I highly doubt that," Castiel said.

"Why? You're father's an old geezer?" Rufus asked.

"Older," Castiel said.

"Alright son, I'll humor you. If I lose, I'll do some karaoke," Rufus said. "Drunk karaoke. It doesn't get more embarrassing than that."

"It does if you see yourself the morning after," Castiel said. Rufus chuckled and raised his glass.

"Ready?" Rufus asked. Castiel took another glance at Dean, who was taking aim at a ball and raised his own glass.

"Bartender, I'd like to trade the beer for a few shots of tequila," Castiel said. Rufus stared at him and Castiel said.

"Do you want to lose?" Rufus asked in disbelief, neither man noticing the growing crowd around them because people had overheard their conversation.

"I'll bet twenty he'll drink you under the table," (cue) Dean's voice ran clearly through the crowd and the crowd made way so he could make his way through.