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New Note: I fixed the last few words in the last sentence. They accidentally got cut off.
The arrived at Balthazar's, Castiel's blue eyes taking everything in. The air inside the rather large house was sticky and smelled like a sweaty pair of gym socks soaked in booze. Castiel wrinkled his nose at the stench, but told Dean that he would be willing to drive Dean home if he got too intoxicated.
"I don't plan on getting too carried away." Dean assured him, his face tipped in Castiel's direction, but his green eyes roaming over the pulsing mass of bodies in the room. "I'm going to get a beer, you can come with me if you want."
Castiel nodded, he wondered what it sounded like. Judging from the looks of things it would have been pretty loud. Dean had looked like he was nearly shouting when he was talking to Castiel, and the way the vase on the bookshelf vibrated the music had to have been loud.
He followed Dean, the other boy fairly easy to see in the crowd, considering he was taller than most. Shoving his way through the crowd of sweaty bodies, he accidentally bumped into somebody, causing beer to run down his front. "I am so sorry." He said, looking at the girl. He was careful to enunciate clearly.
The girl's expression changed from one of rage, to a seductive smirk. She pressed a hand over Castiel's jacket, smoothing down the collar. "Normally I'd be angry. But you're so sexy it makes it kind of hard."
Castiel swallowed as he stared at her fingers as they walked their way up his chest, then he looked at her face. He didn't know what to say. There was nothing appealing about having a random hookup with a drunk girl. "Um, I'm gonna go." He mumbled before taking a few steps back, his blue eyes frantically looking for Dean.
Eventually, she shoved his way to the edge of the room, where there were hardly any people. The large mahogany table was shoved into a corner, along with the chairs that went along with it. This must have been Balthazar's dining room. Castiel could recognize a fancy dining room without fail.
That meant the kitchen had to be somewhere near. He slipped through a wooden door, and was greeted by the sights of a kitchen. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw Dean leaning on the counter, talking to Balthazar.
When he saw Castiel, Dean turned and grinned at him. "Look who finally showed up! What happened to you? I thought you were right behind me."
"A girl." Castiel mumbled, reaching for a bottle of soda from one of the coolers.
"And?"
"I accidentally knocked her drink out of her 'and." Castiel looked at Dean. There wasn't much to tell. "I apologized, but I tink more of it got on me dan her."
He watched as Balthazar tossed his head back, laughing. "He's a charmer." The words weren't for Castiel, but he could still see them.
Castiel rolled his blue eyes and shifted uncomfortably in his now smelly trench coat. "I will be out there." He said nodding his head towards back towards the pulsing dining room. Not waiting for Dean to acknowledge that he'd heard him, Castiel went back and sat at one of the chairs at the table, which was still in the corner.
He watched the dancing people, their cares all cast away. He was most fascinated in watching girls. Not in a perverted way, but the way that they would grab their hair and bunch it up at the nape of their necks before letting it tumble down their backs again. How they were constantly in motion, their hair swishing behind them, their mouths open as they laughed, the way their eyes would gleam if they found somebody they were interested in.
Castiel took another drink of his pop, then blinked, looking at the can. Something tasted off with it. It kind of burned when he swallowed, his head felt a little funny for a few seconds after. Almost like when he'd drink champagne at one of his father's dinner parties. He looked around, the nearest person to him was Meg Masters, holding a bottle of liquor, but she was talking to Crowley, not looking at him.
Castiel dismissed it and took another drink, maybe he was going crazy. When he finished off the can he felt a little funny, like the blood was buzzing in his veins, but it didn't matter. He was actually having fun at this party. He went to the kitchen, got another can of soda, cracked it open before setting it down to watch as a girl whizzed past him, followed by a guy. They were obviously playing around.
Something touched his shoulder, causing him to jump. Castiel whirled around to see Dean, smiling at him. He was obviously enjoying himself, the light behind his green eyes was bright, his smile genuine. "Come with me. We're going to play a game."
"What kind of game?" Castiel asked, allowing himself to be tugged towards another door in the kitchen. When they reached it he stopped. "I forgot my pop." He returned back to it and picked it up, frowning. He swore he had drank more than that, why had it felt so full? Once again, Castiel ignored it and met back up with Dean.
"It's upstairs."
When they got upstairs there were several people sitting in a circle, an empty vodka bottle sitting between them.
Dean gestured for Castiel to sit down, so he did. Crossing his legs in front of him, gazing at the people in the circle expectantly.
"Here are the rules," Balthazar said with a grin. "If you spin the bottle and don't want to kiss who it lands on you have to take off an article of clothing." He cut off somebody who was about to say something, "And no, it has to be both socks. Not one at a time, Garth" He reached forward and spun the bottle. It landed on a girl with red hair.
The two of them leaned forward and gave a quick peck on the lips, before she sat down and wiped her lips.
"Sorry, love. I know you don't swing that way." Balthazar told her with a wink.
The girl rolled her eyes and took her turn.
The bottom line was that the more the game went on the stranger Castiel felt. He felt…drunk, which was strange because he was only drinking soda.
The bottle landed on him and he saw the girl from earlier grin at him, but Castiel rolled his eyes and took off his trench coat, tossing it behind him. The rejection in her eyes was clear as she sat back on her heels.
Castiel reached forward and spun the bottle, it landed on Meg. He was about to shed his tie, when she grasped him by the face and kissed him on the lips.
He felt like he was being smothered, he didn't like it at all! He tried to pull away, but she was holding his face too tight. When she pulled back, her face still close to his she mouthed, "Want me to spike your drink a little more?"
Castiel's blue eyes widened as he looked at the two empty cans beside him. That was why he felt drunk. Meg had been spiking his drinks all night! He glanced at Dean to see if he had caught what she'd said, but he was too busy flirting shamelessly with Bela.
Not long after, Castiel was down to just his boxers. When the bottle landed on him the last time he groaned, looking around to see who had spun it.
Body language was very important. You didn't realize how much you noticed it when you had the ability to hear, but when that was taken away from you, you picked up on actions much quicker.
Like, Castiel had begun to notice things about Dean after they had started spending a lot of time together. When Dean was anxious he rubbed the back of his neck, his green eyes would glance down at the ground quickly before looking back at your face. He'd put an uneasy smirk on his face to try to hide the fact that he was uncomfortable, but the glint in his eyes really told the truth.
Dean was doing all of those things now. It had been him.
"You better kiss him, Dean." Balthazar chuckled. "I don't want any streaking at this party."
Castiel swallowed uneasily, his blue eyes wide as he ran a nervous hand through his hair.
Dean crawled halfway across the circle before looking at Cas softly. "You, uh, don't have to do this. You can leave the game."
If Castiel could hear he would have known that Dean had mouthed it so he wouldn't draw attention to them.
Castiel didn't pull back, but let Dean lean in and slowly kiss him. The stubble of their cheeks brushed together as the soft lips met. The kiss hadn't been anything extraordinary, but it left Castiel's heart beating in his chest.
He panicked. "I gotta go." He said, quickly gathering up his clothes and pulling them on as he hurried down the hall. Because the kitchen seemed like the less chaotic place in the house, that was where he escaped to.
He leaned against the counter breathlessly, running a hand through his sweaty hair. How had Balthazar's house gotten so swelteringly hot so fast? He needed something to drink. He went to the coolers, but there was no soda left, just beer. He didn't care, he needed anything.
When he finished it, he had another, his thirst not quite quenched. His blue eyes looked up as he saw Dean walking towards him.
"Hey," Dean said, "Ready to go home?"
Castiel nodded and attempted to walk forward, but only succeeded in staggering into the center island. "Yes, we can leave as soon as da room stans still." He slurred, partially because of his deafness, the other part was his drunkenness.
"Dude, are you okay? What happened?"
"Yes…" He considered it briefly. "No."
"Why?"
"I feel like I found a liquor store and drank it."
He leaned on Dean for support all the way to the car before Dean unceremoniously flopped him into the backseat.
"I don't get to ride shotgun?" Castiel asked, trying to sit up.
"No." Dean's jaw twitched in irritation. "You get to lay down back there. If you puke, your ass is scrubbing it out in the morning."
Castiel hadn't really paid attention to what Dean had said. He was too drunk.
He didn't remember how he had gotten in Dean's house, just that he was having difficulty mastering the stairs. Dean looked a little freaked out, but the only thing he said was, "Here's my bed, go to sleep."
Castiel lay on the bed, fully dressed, looking up at him. "Tankss, Dean." He slurred, before his blue eyes drifted shut.