Thanks darkphoenix2345, Fallen4Cas, Shadow Cat17, and hamithehamister for reviewing the last chapter!

And Shadow Cat17: I agree! Um is right! Not my usual style, is it?

So a few cuss words changed the rating...

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.


"Dude, if this is Heaven's Hell, sign me up!" Dean said with a grin.

"Uh huh," Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean, we don't really need any more of the 'you dying' jokes. We die enough as it is." Dean rolled his eyes and walked deeper into the club, eyes traveling over the various women in skimpy outfits. Sam groaned silently in his head and followed his brother, keeping his eyes out for Castiel.

"We're never going to find him like this," Sam said. "Let's split up."

"Keep your phone on you," Dean ordered.

"You mean like Cas did?" Sam smirked.

"Shut up," Dean snapped. "Shut up!" Sam went in the opposite direction as his brother. Being reminded of the angel, Dean was no longer looking at the other people in the club- despite the appreciative glances he was getting. He was looking for Castiel and something was tugging him in the opposite direction he was going. Annoyed, he turned to where the tugging sensation was.

Oh… the tugging sensation had been good to listen to, or bad, depending on how you looked at it.

"I am here to inform you that if you should get into any problems, I will not be picking up my phone tonight. In fact I'm leaving it here with you." Stupid Lady Gaga song… And oh God, it wasn't playing was it?

Hello, hello, baby, you called? I can't hear a thing
I have got no service, in the club, you see, you see
Wha-Wha-What did you say, huh? You're breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy

"Cas…" Dean whispered despite himself.

K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy.

Castiel paused in his dancing, looking up at the ceiling with a frown before resuming his dances. The pause would have been so slight that you'd only have noticed if you'd been looking, but Dean was a Cas-expression expert. And watching Cas dance on the dance floor with his backside pressed against some stranger made Dean's blood boil.

Cas wasn't an amazing dancer. How could he be? The dude's body he was in was a complete and total Christian… and the blonde ass with a military haircut grinding behind Cas wasn't that good- which was probably why Cas wasn't dancing very well. The dude probably wasn't a good lead.

Just a second,
it's my favorite song they're gonna play
And I cannot text you with
a drink in my hand, eh…
You shoulda made some plans with me,
you knew that I was free.
And now you won't stop calling me;
I'm kinda busy.

"What kind of idiot am I?" Dean muttered to himself. The man dancing with Castiel turned just then and Dean's heart froze in his heart when he saw an exact copy of himself grinning.

"Fuck,"