"What the hell was that?" I asked, once I broke out of my trance.
I saw Will coming out from the casino, peering around the parking lot until he noticed the two of us, then proceeded to walk over. I was a bit out of breath from the struggle, but I forced myself to breath normally so he would not think something was up.
"Wanted to check up on you. Cas here disappeared when I turned around, and I had no idea where he went," Will explained when he got to the Impala. "I paid for you already, so you're good. What's going on?"
"This one guy tried asking me back to his place," I answered quickly. "Cas came out and told him off."
"Good going man!" Will said, giving Cas a clap on his back. "Let's celebrate you getting rid of that creep and go back in for a drink?"
"Or, we can go back to that dancing-slash-bar place?" I asked hopefully. I wanted to leave the casino because I was started to suspect that Gregory was not the only demon there. It seemed like he was there to test the waters, and he was obviously interested when he saw what I could do. I really needed to talk to Castiel about this, since he seemed to have been hiding something from me, because I was equally curious. But he was now avoiding eye contact with me, so I guess I would have to wait till later tonight.
"Sure!" Will's face lit up. "You need to tell your friends in there?"
We went inside again, stopping at the poker table. Sam said that he was out, and wanted to quit while he still broke even. Dean glared at the cards in his hand giving them a hard, long stare, and then threw them down, gruffly saying "Fold." I guess they were coming with us. However, they were not coming quietly. In between explaining his disbelief on how he lost all his hands, Dean also said that he hated dancing. He teased Sammy on how he lacked the social skills required when partying, in which Sam retorted that someone called Jessica used to make him go to parties, so he was well versed in how to live life. But Dean agreed to go if he could have some drinks.
"When did you come home yesterday?" I asked Dean as we made our way to the Impala again. He was there when I woke up in the morning, but when he returned was a mystery to me.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He said giving me a mischievous wink. I rolled my eyes at him. "I don't like being there in the morning," he added as if to compensate for his crappy answer. He seemed like the type to break hearts, so leaving before you woke up did fit the picture. But getting to know him, I was starting to understand that there was more to him than that. I knew that if something mattered, he would not be as nonchalant as that.
We all piled into the Impala, and Will led the way driving his red truck in front of us. The drive took a short ten minutes, and when we got there, Dean went straight to the guy behind the bar. I guess he really was trying to get over what he lost in the casino. But then again, he had an unlimited supply of money on his credit cards, so I was not sure what he was so upset about. Maybe it was just the fact that he lost.
I wanted to join him, and so I did. I had the worst news delivered to me this morning, and I deserved a drink. I also was bothered that Castiel did not tell me everything he knew. I went up beside Dean, and saw that he had already taken two shots, and was working on a third shot of some dark brown liquid.
"I'll have two of what he's having," I said to the man who was wiping glasses behind the bar and carefully stacking them on the table in front of him.
Will came up behind me and said he would too. I said I would pay for him as he paid for my food. We quickly took the shots, and I puckered my face at how gross it tasted.
I told Sam he should take a shot too, just for fun. He said he would, be he told us he had a better idea.
"Watch this," He said, trying to lift the mood. It was obvious that both Dean and I were not exactly overjoyed right now. We all watched as he told the bartender to give him thirteen shots of whiskey. My jaws dropped, but I watched on.
When the bartender was done filling the thirteen shot glasses, Sam handed over his credit card, which was promptly accepted by the machine, and then he started to separate the glasses into two groups. One group had three, and the other had the remaining ten glasses.
"I see what you're doing," Dean shouted out, smiling. "Cas, drink up buddy."
Castiel looked at the glasses, and gave me a look. I realized my jaw was still hanging open. There was no way he could down all those.
"One, two, three!" Sam counted, and took his first shot.
We watched as Castiel took shot after shot, until he was all done. Sam finished his as well and beamed at Cas. Dean was laughing at how shocked Will and I were.
"You weren't kidding when you said you were a heavy weight mate," Will said. "Sure that's not going to hit you all at once?"
Castiel wiped his lips on his trench coat sleeve, grinning at us. I could not help but clap for him. I was still mad at him though.
"Anyone up for a second round?" Dean asked. We were all up for more, though I was not sure how Castiel would hold up. However, the Winchester's lack of worry made me think that Castiel could hold his alcohol. I guess you do learn something new everyday.