Dean and Cas pulled up in the Impala into the Laser Zone parking lot.
"I am still not accustomed to this whole 'car' thing," Cas said as they climb out.
"Oh can it, angel boy. You'll learn to love Baby. Everyone does." Dean slammed the door behind him, not locking the car door as usual.
They walked side by side into the building plastered with fluorescent neon lights.
"Are you sure this establishment is reliable, Dean? It does not seem to be the most pleasant place," Castiel remarked as he looked the building up and down, narrowing his crystal blue eyes.
"Relax, Cas. You'll be thanking me later," Dean replied.
Inside, even more chaos struck as a dark room lit only by flashing lights greeted them. After buying their game, Dean and Cas walked into an even more poorly lit room with even brighter lights. People rushed in after them, eager to start the game.
"Agh," Cas exclaimed, "What is this?"
Dean, tired of answering the exact same question over and over again, didn't respond. A tall, brunet employee with shaggy hair, a nose ring, and a face caked with acne walked in and told them to put on their vests. The vests were made of black fabric with a clear case over the stomach area, revealing flashing lights. Connected to the vests by a thick cord were the guns.
"Now Cas," Dean started, "put the vest over your head like so." He proceeded to slide the vest effortlessly over his head. "Now buckle me in the back."
"Uh, what?" Cas asked, confused as usual. As he walked around to Dean's backside, he saw where the clasp needed to be buckled just above Dean's waist. Carefully working his hands to gently press the back of Dean's shirt, a subtle but clever move at feeling the clean crease down the middle of his back. "Okay," he said, after a moment, "I think I did it."
After, Cas attempted to slip the vest over his head with the same ease as Dean, eager to impress him. However, he couldn't figure out where to put his arms and ended up squeezing his right arm in with his head.
"Um, Dean?" Cas looked down, embarrassed.
Dean couldn't help but let out a giggle, not wanting to further embarrass Cas, and said, "Okay, big boy. Let me help you out."
Dean grabbed Cas's wrist and lifted the vest slowly over his head.
"Let's try this again," Dean muttered, in his matter-of-fact work voice.
He slipped the vest over Cas's head for him, placing both his arms through their proper openings more coarsely than he normally would have. Cas felt a bit disappointed that Dean didn't seem to be paying much attention to him.
"Now turn around."
Cas did so, and Dean quickly snapped the clasp into place, to Cas's dismay, for Dean was so excited about laser tagging he lost all feelings of intimacy and replaced them with competitiveness and exhilaration.
The colors on their stomachs locked into place. Dean's showed red while Cas's blinked blue.
"Nice," Dean let out a chuckle. "We're on different teams. Looks like you're on your own from here."
The same tall employee walked back into the room.
"Alright!" he shouted above the din of people's voices and the loud music. "Get ready to protect your bases!"
"Bases?" Cas sounded worried. "Dean, what is he talking about, bases? What's going on?"
"Oh, damn it!" Dean let out a groan. "I didn't know we were playing bases. I'll try to explain it to you as fast as I can." The crowd of people flooded through the door into the arena. "But we gotta get going!"