A/N: This is a super long chapter. I don't know. I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry. It was way too much fun to write. I go to Rocky Horror showings like once a month and I've been RHPS characters for Halloween multiple times.

When Dean saw himself in the mirror, he seriously considered murdering both Jo and Castiel.

"This is what I've been reduced to." He muttered. "This is how they see me. I am a piece of man meat, wearing a speedo and body glitter."

Dean experimentally ran a finger across his face, trying to get used to his 'look" for the evening. When he pulled his finger away, it was caked in powder. He was wearing makeup.

Jo and Castiel were dead.

Jo and Castiel came into the bedroom and Jo let out a long squeal.

"Oh my God! You look awesome!" She cried.

"I'm not wearing this. I don't care if it's Halloween. Dean Winchester does notwear makeup. He does not wear golden, shiny speedos."

"Come on, Dean! You look great!" She said. "Cas, don't you think he looks great?"

"His outfit is rather Spartan." Castiel said, raising an eyebrow.

Castiel stood there wearing his trench coat, which still swallowed him up.

"What are you supposed to be, huh Cas? A dirty old man in the park? Really, Jo, he gets to wear his goddamn trench coat, yet I'm expected to wear this?" Dean yelled.

"Dean, are you actually pissed off about this? Come on, be a bigger baby." Jo said.

"I'm wearing the trench coat because my costume leaves me feeling chilly." Castiel said, as if it were totally obvious.

"I told you, since Portland didn't work out, we are going to a Rocky Horror party instead. Thus, we are going as Rocky Horror characters. You're just lucky that I still had spankies from cheerleading and that our school colors were gold and white. Or else you would have had to deal with the humiliation of buying a gold speedo."

"These are your cheerleading underwear?" Dean said, feeling equal parts disgusted and outraged. "Jo! I know you! You didn't wear anything underneath these! You liked to do the pyramid without them!"

"You pig, those have been washed. I haven't worn them in years." Jo said, looking legitimately appalled at Dean's insinuation.

"Cas, did you know she was going to make me wear this? I thought I'd be Meatloaf or something, not the gay dude in the gold speedo!"

"Rocky." Jo emphasized.

"Dean, who else did you think you'd be? We don't have enough people in our group to portray minor characters." Castiel said, semi-seriously.

Castiel really took Halloween more seriously than Dean would have ever imagined.

"Well, who the hell are you supposed to be? Who are you, Jo?" Dean said. "As far as I can tell, you're Jo in a bra and underwear and Cas in a trench coat. I'm the only one in a costume here."

"I'm Janet!" Jo said.

"You're wearing a bra and underwear. How the hell will people know you're Janet?"

"For one thing, most people have seen the film, and before we leave, I'm going to have Cas paint 'dammit Janet' across my chest."

"That is fucking stupid. I am not wearing this." Dean said.

"Dean! Come on." Jo said. "Seriously, get a load of what your boy toy is sporting before you smear your makeup from crying so much."

Castiel took off the trench coat, looking slightly embarrassed, although he was nowhere near as embarrassed as Dean was when he saw what he was wearing. Castiel was sporting a pair of black fishnet stockings with black garters, a lacy black corset, and a pair of shimmery black undergarments. The outfit was obscene and Dean didn't know if he was mortified or aroused.

"Jesus Christ." Dean breathed.

"Before we leave, I'm going to complete the costume with the makeup, hair and pumps." Jo added. "Luckily, he can borrow mine because I have such large, manly feet."

"Cas, last night you made a huge deal about not cross dressing and now you're going to wear… that?" Dean said.

"It wasn't cross-dressing that bothered me. It was your whole French maid idea." Castiel said, as if there were a huge difference between a French maid and Frank-N-Furter.

Jo actually looked a little disgusted. "Okay, I do not want to know what you are talking about. But come on, Dean, doesn't he look hot? Don't make dear, sweet Cas face the party alone without a Rocky by his side."

"Cas, how can you be so... shy in public, yet wear that?" Dean asked. He was incredulous. He never thought once that Cas would be caught dead wearing something like his current outfit in public.

"It's Halloween. Somehow, it doesn't bother me." Castiel said with a shrug.

Out of nowhere, Charlie came into the bedroom. She let out a scream that destroyed everyone's eardrums and broke all of the mirrors in the room.

"OH MY GOD! You guys look awesome!" She screamed.

Jo actually winced at her squeal. "Thanks, girl. So do you!"

Out of all of the people who had dressed up like a French maid, it had to be Charlie. He could never watch a porno featuring a sexy maid again.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Dean demanded. "Why are you not dressed as someone from Rocky Horror?"

"I'm Magenta, you moron. Haven't you ever seen it?" Charlie said. She turned to Jo. "Is he putting up a fight?"

Jo and Castiel nodded simultaneously. Dean felt insulted. Since when was Castiel in on the anti-Dean schemes that his two best friends always seemed to concoct?

"Dean, you're the only one buff enough to play Rocky." Charlie said bluntly. "Jo and I are lacking the obvious equipment and no offense, but Cas, you're a little scrawny."

"You look positively delicious, even if the outfit is a little… revealing." Castiel added.

Jo made a face when Cas said that, but continued. "Come on, Dean. Have a little fun. You can bring your civilian clothes if you want to change. But everyone there will be dressed like this. It's our last Halloween together. Don't you want to go out with a bang?"

Dean felt himself smile a little bit. It was true, he was in the best shape of everyone in the room and would pull off the speedo better than anyone else he knew. Castiel was too meek and skinny to wear the golden speedo with the bravado that Dean could. At least he wasn't in drag like Castiel was either. Jo also had a point. It was their last Halloween together at college. Next year, he might have to hand out treats to small children. He felt himself giving in, feeling better about the golden spankies he was currently wearing. His friends knew him too well. Appealing to his sense of vanity and his sentimentality… well, they were good.

Around 8:00 pm, the four of them arrived at the large house where the Rocky Horror Picture Show party was taking place. They were earlier than the other guests because Charlie's band was playing and she and her bandmates needed time to set up and drink copiously before they performed. Charlie was always up to the challenge of performing while intoxicated.

Dean hadn't been to a house party in months. He was 26, much older than many other college students, and he felt ridiculous cheering as people almost 10 years younger than him did keg stands. Castiel hadn't been to a house party since he had started working at the college, which was probably smart. Dean was actually surprised he had agreed to come tonight, since wasn't the party-going type and also because he risked professional suicide showing up dressed in drag at a house party. The house they were going to was usually frequented by townies and grad students, since that was Charlie's crowd outside of Jo and Dean, but there was still a chance one of his students would be there.

The house's owner, a jovial man named Gabe who worked as some kind of accountant at the college and played guitar in Charlie's band, greeted them at the door. Dean was disappointed to see that he was also dressed as Frank-N-Furter, but at least it was the version of Frank-N-Furter in the blue smock and heels. Dean realized he wasn't ready to see dozens of men in drag tonight, even though he kind of did like Castiel's costume.

"Come in, come in! You all look fabulous!" Gabe said.

The house was awash in props Dean assumed that were supposed to resemble the set of Rocky Horror. Someone had set up projectors and the movie was currently playing silently on each one of the walls in the large living room, where the band would play and most of the action would take place. Dean had to admit that the place looked good. He hadn't seen Rocky Horror Picture Show in years, mostly because he wasn't a huge dork, but it definitely had the feel that the movie and stage show did.

"Jo." Gabe said, leering at her as she took off the coat, sporting the white bra and underwear set, with DAMMIT JANET emblazoned across her chest in red body paint. "Darling, you look positively mouthwatering."

"Gabe, I've told you this for years, it's not happening. You're not my type." Jo said, glancing at him with a smirk on her face.

"Seriously Gabe. Sing us a new tune." Dean said. "It's never happening."

Dean glanced over at Cas, who was still wearing the trench coat. Gabe was a huge personality and he also hit on every woman that moved, even if they weren't of his sexual orientation. Dean knew that he was exactly the kind of person who made Castiel uncomfortable. Dean hadn't warned him that most people they would be coming into contact with tonight were like that. Charlie's large group of friends was very flamboyant. Following Castiel's lead, Dean left his coat and jeans on. He hadn't been been planning on stripping down until he had a few drinks in his system anyway.

"Gabe, this is my… this is Castiel." He said.

Gabe stuck out a hand and gave Castiel a cheeky grin. "Hello Castiel."

"Hello." Castiel murmured. "I like your costume."

"Gabe, go easy on Cas." Charlie said. "He's shy and he's not used to large groups of people or assholes like you."

Castiel looked embarrassed, but also relieved.

"Come into the kitchen, ladies and Castiel. I made hors d'oeuvres and there is some delicious wine that is far too expensive to share with the teeming masses that will be arriving in the next couple of hours." Gabe said.

They followed Gabe into the kitchen, where they were met with greeting from the rest of Charlie's bandmates and a couple of people Dean recognized from past gatherings at Gabe's house. One person Dean did recognize in particular was Anna Milton, who was Gabe's younger sister, and a woman who both he and Jo had pursued aggressively in the past. To Dean's dismay, Jo had won. He glanced over at his best friend, whose smile indicated that she thought she might win again tonight.

"Anna, what are you doing back in town?" Jo asked, sending her a smile that could only be described as coy.

"Just visiting for the weekend. Couldn't miss Gabe's big Halloween bash. Jo, you look very nice tonight. I appreciate the veracity of your costume." She said.

Yeah, Jo was definitely getting lucky tonight. Dean was glad because Anna was wearing nothing more than a sheer negligee and her red hair seemed more lustrous than it had the last time he saw her. Despite everything, Dean was still into women and Anna had always stirred something inside his pants. He was glad that Jo would take her off his hands, and thus his mind.

"Hello Dean, Charlie." She added as an afterthought.

Dean was so relieved.

"Everyone, this is my, uh, this is Castiel." Dean said.

"Dean, goddamnit, he's your boyfriend." Jo said, smirking at him. "Or I guess you could just keep calling him 'your Castiel.'"

Dammit Janet.

Dean glanced at Castiel, who looked even more nervous than when he had met Gabe. There were 6 new faces around the table and Jo had just outed them. To everyone's credit, no one said anything, even though Dean's past forays into homosexuality were not widely known. Dean had never actually referred to Cas as his boyfriend before, even though they were exclusive and, as of the night before, sleeping together.

Charlie swooped in, full of social grace as usual, and introduced everyone. "Cas, this lovely lady with the red hair is Anna, Gabe's sister. This looker, the one dressed oh-so appropriately as Satan, is Nick. He's our drummer. This is Balthazar, he's British so you'll remember him. The lady in black is Meg. The deadly serious looking one without the costume is Raphael, our bassist."

"H-h-hello." Castiel sputtered. He gripped the trench coat close to his body and reached for the glass of wine that Gabe had set in front of him. "I will not remember all of your names. I apologize in advance."

"Don't worry, we won't remember yours either." Balthazar said merrily. "A few of us have already imbibed quite a bit. Meg here is already rolling, so be forewarned!"

"Nick, your doing?" Dean asked pointedly. Over the summer, Nick had convinced Jo and Charlie that it was a good idea to trip on mushrooms at a music festival in Portland. Dean had spent the entire day babysitting and actually missed Bon Jovi's performance. He was still bitter.

Nick raised his hands. "Hey, hey, don't look at me like that, Dean. The lady inquired and I simply provided."

Jo glared at him. Her foray into hallucinogens had been a first and last time kind of deal. She hadn't enjoyed it.

"It's a damn shame." Meg murmured. She was clutching her feather boa and stroking it as if it were the most touchable thing on earth. "It's a goddamn shame."

"What's a shame, Meggles?" Balthazar asked, patting her on the shoulder.

"That Dean got to him first." Meg breathed, her eyes becoming so huge it was almost comical.

Castiel choked on a tiny hot dog. Dean glanced at him and gave him an encouraging smile. Castiel was definitely not ready for these people. Dean had known most of them for years and still left every encounter with them feeling exhausted. He felt like he should have done something to prepare him for the storm that was Charlie's group of friends.

The group sat around the table for an hour or so, drinking wine and eating the appetizers. Castiel eventually drunk enough wine to take off his trench coat and reveal the full glory of his Frank-N-Furter costume. Meg hovered around him like a fly and Dean actually started getting slightly jealous, even though he was pretty sure Meg wasn't Castiel's type in any sense of the word. Dean kept an eye on his alcohol intake, hoping that the night wouldn't end badly like it had the last time they'd all gone out drinking. Balthazar told stories about being British, which everyone found hilarious, even though he'd only lived in Britain until he was 14 and he was now 29. Jo and Anna were close, getting closer with each drink. Seeing Jo with his sister which effectively ended Gabe's leering and flirting, which he promptly turned to Meg. By the time people started arriving, Dean was feeling pretty loose and he didn't even mind when Jo and Anna started making out in full view of everyone.

"You having fun, Cas?" He asked him as they wandered out into the living room.

"Actually, yes. It's been quite awhile since I've attended a social gathering like this." Castiel said, nodding a little. "I guess normal people would call it a party.

They sat down on a couch in front of one of the Rocky Horror walls. Dean, still not in costume, but feeling comfortable enough for PDA, draped his arm around Castiel's narrow shoulders. After a few glasses of wine, he was starting to see the appeal of Castiel's costume too. It was definitely shaping up to be a good night.

"Cas, this is dumb, but are you comfortable? This isn't too much?"

""Yes. I actually quite liked everyone I met, with the exception of Meg, who kept whispering in my ear. Raphael is actually joining the Arts and Sciences department next semester as a graduate assistant, so I am not alone in my profession here."

"So this isn't geeking you out? I mean, the guy I met in August never would have come to something like this, or at least it didn't seem like he would."

"Since I've met you, since I've started socializing with your friends, I've become more open. I haven't always been a hermit. I did go out in college, even though I didn't like it a lot of the time. Now though, it's easier. You tend to make me feel more comfortable in my own skin, Dean. " He said shrugging.

"Comfortable enough to dress like that?" Dean joked.

"You hate it that much?" He said.

Dean couldn't tell if he was being serious or sly.

"I guess it's okay." Dean admitted, running a hand over the fishnets, trying to be discreet so everyone wouldn't think he was some kind of weirdo with a love for cross-dressers. "I gotta say, I like these."

Castiel glanced up at him and gave him a devious smile. "Fishnets?"

"Let's just say it's good I'm still wearing jeans. Jo's… spankies… don't leave much to the imagination."

Castiel just laughed, but didn't go for the huge shows of PDA that he had attempted in the past.

By around 11:00, the party was in full swing, with Rocky Horror playing on every wall, although you couldn't hear it over the people singing along with the songs and the yelling partygoers. Dean was content to sit on the couch, sipping beer and snuggling his Frank-N-Furter. Anna and Jo were sitting on a nearby loveseat, whispering to each other and making out every few minutes. Dean was happy for her, because his friend was picky and had only found women she liked in nearby cities, which were too far away for anything lasting. Meg had moved onto Nick, which seemed to suit the devilish bassist just fine.

Charlie came over to them, clutching a bottle of bourbon. "You two aren't much for socializing, are you?" She asked, taking a swig from the bottle. She grinned at them, only slightly unsteady on her feet.

"I'd prefer not to let him out of my sight looking like this." Dean joked.

"Well, we're about to go on, so I relinquish this to you." She said, handing Dean the bottle. "Dean-o, I better see you out there shaking it in your speedo when we perform 'I Can Make You a Man', same goes for you Cas, when we perform 'Sweet Transvestite.'"

Castiel just snorted, indicating that she was out of luck.

"Don't let the spins affect your singing, Charlie." He called as she teetered off to the front of the room, where they'd set up a makeshift stage.

She threw him a middle finger. Dean just laughed and took a swig of bourbon.

Once Charlie announced the party that momentarily they were going to perform a few of "Frank-N-Furter's Favorites," Dean decided that he could maybe wear his 'costume' for one or two songs. Everyone there was pretty drunk and there were at least three other Rockies, none of whom looked as good in the gold speedo as he did.

"Alright Cas, I'm going in. The gold speedo is coming out for one song. Maybe two. " He said to him. "Burn this image in your memory, because this is the first and last time I will ever be seen in public wearing something this ridiculous."

Dean took a huge swig of bourbon and handed over to Castiel. He stripped down to the speedo, catching a few strange looks from people around him, which offended Dean because one guy had shown up to the party wearing nothing but a thong and a corset. Hell, Anna was practically naked and Jo was wearing a bra and panties. He tucked his clothes into a plastic bag and stuck it behind the couch.

"Nice ass." Castiel said, giggling. He reached over and swatted at it.

"Never again, Cas. I am never dressing like this again." He hissed.

He was practically naked in a room full of people. It was one of his worst nightmares come true. He grabbed the bourbon and took another burning drink, and pulled Castiel to the front of the room so they could watch Charlie's band.

"Okay everyone! We are 'LARP and the Real Girl' and I'm your hostess for the night, Magenta! Everyone give a big hand for our very own sweet transvestite, Gabe for hosting this beautiful gig!" She cried.

Gabe stepped forward, gave every woman in the room a smarmy grin and saluted to Charlie. The entire room burst into cheers and applause, with a few catcalls, that made Gabe's face light up even more.

"We're going to keep it short tonight since we know you're all wasted and want to get back to pawing at each other, but for now, please, give in to absolute pleasure!"

LARP and the Real Girl began the chorus to 'Sweet Transvestite' and Charlie actually winked at Cas from her spot behind the microphone, which made him light in a way that made Dean swoon. He was getting drunk, and Castiel's huge smile and fishnets were doing a number on him. He didn't even notice when another "Janet," who mercifully wasn't Jo, came up to him and started flirting with him. He only had eyes for the ridiculously awkward sociology professor in the corset.

Dean didn't dance so much as sway, but by the end of LARP's set, he was deliriously happy and would have broken into the Time Warp if someone had asked him to and he knew the dance. Castiel didn't dance because he was wearing black patent leather pumps, but Dean could tell he was joyful too by the glow in his eyes and the loose way he moved through the crowd without cringing or darting his eyes back and forth. It was strange to see him so at ease that it made Dean at ease too, even though his ass was covered in shimmery gold fabric.

Charlie ended the band's set by throwing a bunch of confetti into the crowd and screaming "GO, GIVE IN TO ABSOLUTE PLEASURE!"

Dean grabbed Castiel's hand and ran back to the couch. He grabbed his clothes and shimmied back into them.

"Let's get out of here." He whispered, leaning over and kissing him on the mouth.

"But Dean, neither of us is in shape to drive." Castiel said, giggling some more.

"This house is huge. Let's find an empty room." He murmured, running his fingers over the fishnet. "These are killing me. I'm no longer able to deny that you look fucking delicious in that costume."

As they scaled the stairs, hands everywhere, desperate to get out of their outlandish costumes, Dean heard Tim Curry crooning, "I've seen blue skies through the tears in my eyes and I realize I'm going home."

On a night like this, he couldn't relate more.