Well, it's been a while. I have an exchange student arriving so I'll probably post next to nothing. It's not like I don't already do that... He he...

Anyway, I hope you have a great day/week until I next upload something.

(We've almost hit fifty chapters! Do you want me to do something special for it? Leave suggestions in the comments. Also no smut. Apologies.)

Fez.

Castiel sat in the corner of the bar, hands fiddling with the hems of his sleeves. His brother, Gabriel and his friends, Charlie and Meg had left him, with a Diet Coke by his side and a hive-mind of grinding people. He could see Charlie talking with a girl, over by the bar, watching her raise a hand to get the bartender's attention, only glancing away from the blonde girl for a split second to order and a drink. Then the crowd shifted, covering them and Cas averted his eyes from a man with frosted tips and a thong on... Nothing else.

He sipped from the can beside him, trying to maybe find Meg and get her to talk to him, so he didn't look like a total loser, in a gay bar at midnight on Friday night. Even he was ashamed of his anti-socialness.

He couldn't see Gabriel, he was either against a wall with a hand up someone's shirt or too short to see over the crowd.

Despite Cas' wishes for someone to talk to, he still froze in shock when a man sidled up to him. Slowly, he turned his head, eyes wide.

"Hey blue-eyes," the man practically growls and Cas swallows thickly, taking in the rippling muscles under the mans shirt and how the flashing lights from the dance floor make his green eyes pulse.

"H-hi." Cas said and the man gives him a half smile that makes Cas' legs weak and his head a little bit lighter.

"I'm Dean, what can I call you?" He continues and Cas is glad that he's sitting down because if he wasn't he would be on the floor, melted from Dean's voice alone.

"Castiel." He managed and the tawny haired man rolls his name around his mouth like its a sweet.

His eyes move slowly over Castiel's body, the tip of his tongue sliding out to glide over his lower lip, catching Cas' gaze.

Cas half cleared his throat, clenching his hands to distract himself from the gorgeous man across from him.

"So..." Dean's gaze locked on Castiel's blue eyes, pupils blown and lips swollen.

Cas forced himself to complete his sentence.

"D-do you come here a lot?" He choked out, mentally whacking himself over the head for the moronic question.

Dean smiled, a slow, steady shark's grin. He nodded his head, moving slower than the people rushing past outside their little bubble.

It seemed like time had slowed, and Cas felt dizzy.

"Yes," Dean replied, his deep voice easily audible over the clashing music.

"Just a couple of minutes ago, actually."

If you don't get the joke... Try and be innocent as much as you can.

For some reason (I forgot) I was making puns in PE, and it got to the point where most people were laughing at how awful they were, then someone walked in and I legit leaped over to them, and asked 'Do you wanna hear a joke?' and she put her hand out to stop me or touch my face (my school is weird, I'm not getting into it) and ended up scratching my face and I just kinda half strangled said 'Well, scratch that idea.' and I'm hilarious, how do people not like me?