AN: Ok so I am continuing this I still have a few more ideas here and will update when the mood strikes or a suggestion comes or whatever... I may start on a new story (I'd like too, but I dunno what yet so if ya got anything to share lets me know it's greatly appreciated) :D
Thanks guys! ENJOY
Sam is 23 and D/C are 27
"You all set, babe?" Dean peaks his head into the master bath to find Cas doing a cursory check of the room.
"I believe so," He replies solemnly, appearing satisfied that he didn't forget anything.
"Good, let's roll this joint, we can't be late."
"I am aware, Dean." Cas blinks at him as he pushes past to double check the bedroom.
"I dunno what's got your panties in a bunch, but it better stop. If you think I'm gunna let you be bitchy mcbitcherson at my brother's bachelor party, you got another thing coming… I'll just leave your ass with Jess and the other women." Dean smirks, striding from the room.
"I do not wear panties," he starts, Dean popping his head back into the room with a raised brow as he cheekily appraises the dark haired man. "Maybe I'll leave you," Cas glares poignantly at him.
"Let's go!" Dean whines traipsing down the stairs, "You didn't forget anything, so get your bitch ass in the car!"
"I'm coming…ass- butt," He snaps back following down the stairs.
Dean chuckles, "Nice comeback, babe," he smirks moving to ruffle Cas's already messy hair.
"Don't touch me," Cas pulls away, grabbing his bag and stomping to the car.
"This is gunna be a great trip," Dean sighs under his breath as he locks up and follows Cas out.
The eight hour trip felt like it took ten times longer; as they rode in silence save for the hum of the music and the gentle snoring coming from Cas as he napped here and there. About an hour away from Sam and Jess's apartment, Dean finally had enough of Castiel's broody silence.
"So…" Dean starts awkwardly.
"Yes, Dean?" Cas blinks owlishly at him.
"What's going on?"
"We are driving," he deadpans.
"No shit," Dean huffs, subtle never seemed to work anyway, "I mean… why do you seem like you're being sent to your death?" He glances at him.
"I do not know what you are talking about," Cas states, his fingers twitching nervously. "I am just tired and need a cigarette."
"You slept for the past four hours."
"It's been a long week," he looks out the window.
"Fine, if you don't want to tell me don't." Dean snaps at him, "But again, you better at least pretend to have a pulse tonight."
"Take me to the gas station," Cas instructs him.
"Cas," he sighs, not wanting him to fall off the wagon because of him.
"Now Dean," He orders dangerously.
"Damn it," Dean breathes, pulling off and turning into the gas station on the corner.
He barley had the car in park before Cas was out of the car and in the store, Dean mentally berating himself for causing this to happen. For all he knew it probably was a hard week for Cas, the guy had to work long shifts and extra days in order to take the weekend off for the thing tonight. Dean figured he might have been too hard on the guy. He catches sight of Castiel in the rearview, lighting up as soon as he steps out of the store. Cas at least had the courtesy to smoke outside of the car, not wanting to upset Dean anymore.
A few minutes later they were back on the road again.
"Feeling better?" Dean asks, unable to keep the ire out of his tone.
"Hmm…" Cas hums, shifting to look out the window as Dean drives back to the highway.
The two men arrive with a couple hours to rest up and get ready for the night. Sam is there to greet them, Jess spending the weekend with her girl friends to let the boys have time together. After a curt greeting, Cas heads to what will be their bedroom in order to nap.
"What's up with him?" Sam asks.
"Fuck if I know," Dean shakes his head before grabbing a beer from the fridge, "He had a long week."
"He still trying to quite?" He takes the beer that Dean hands him and joins him on the couch.
"Trying's the key word there," he sighs taking a long sip of his beer. "So what's the plan tonight?"
"I dunno," Sam smirks, "Barry and Alec are in charge of throwing the thing together and they wouldn't tell me anything, but I have a feeling there will strippers."
"Good, you need to see some different tits before you're tied down," Dean smirks.
"Dean," he whines.
"Christ, I forgot you had a pair yourself…bitch."
"Shut up, jerk!"
"Calm down gigantor," Dean stands up, "Save that fire for later," he winks before heading to take a nap of his own.
When he creeps into the room, Cas is curled up on his side out like a light. It looks like he just dropped the bag and crawled onto the bed. Dean sits down; kicking off his boots and lays down after making sure he set an alarm. An hour or so later they are up, Dean let Cas sleep a bit more as he showered.
At eight sharp the three men were dressed and ready to go when a honk came from outside. They step out of the apartment to see a stretch hummer waited for them, with one of Sam's friends shouting out of the sun roof.
"Get your freakish ass in the vehicle, so we can PARTY!"
"Some friends you got there Sammy," Dean smirks, patting his brother on the back.
Another guy pops out of the sun roof even more hammered then first one, "Come on, strippers!" He shouts.
"Oh my god," Sam shakes his head as they quicken their strides to the car.
"They are drunk already," Cas adds, "We apparently should have pre-gamed."
"Right!" Dean agrees as they slip into the monster limo.
They drink champagne on the ride to their destination after quick introductions with Alec, Barry and Patrick; they end up at one of the nicest strip joints ever. It was the type that only seemed to have existed in the 60's, but this one was still a classy joint.
"This place is ballin'," Sam looks around in surprise.
"Only the best man," Patrick smirks as they usher Sam to booth Alec motioning for one of the servers.
A busty blonde dressed up in silver sparkly lingerie comes to the table, "I'm Gem…what can I get you gentlemen?"
"Of course you are," Patrick smirks at her name.
"We need pitchers of beer, Champagne and rounds of shots!" Alec orders for the table.
"It's our boy's bachelor party!" Barry informs her squeezing Sam's shoulder.
"Well then, a celebration is in order," She smiles, "I'll go get your order and send some girls over."
Apparently one of the finer features of the place was the poll dancer that actually performed on your table. Her name was Emerald, just like her eyes and 'outfit' and had long black hair.
"You guys ok with this?" Sam asks Dean quietly.
Dean rolling his eyes at his brother, because only Sam would be worried about that, "Ya dude, this is great," he assures him after a glance at Cas who's intently watching the girl as he throws back the rest of his beer, "You having fun babe?" He asks him, Cas nodding with a small smirk. Dean turns back to his brother, "Just enjoy this ok," he orders.
"Alright, alright," he nods turning his attention back to the dancer.
As the night progressed and they all slipped further into drunkenness Dean tore his eyes away from the dancer to find that Castiel was no longer next to him. He looked around drunkenly to find Cas on the other side of the room getting a lap dance from a sandy blonde. Dean's mildly shocked as he crosses the room toward the man.
"Cas?" Dean drunkenly eyes him.
"Hello Dean," Cas replies, not looking away from the dancer.
"What are you doing?" He asks haughtily.
"Having fun."
The dancer flips her hair back looking at Dean, "You just gunna stand there or you want in?" She winks, "It's extra, but I'm sure we can work something out," She adds.
Dean pulls out some cash, not looking away from Cas as he hands it to the stripper, "Scram," he orders.
"Y'all where too cute any way," she huffs taking the cash and clacking away on her heels.
"Come on we're going," Dean hulls Cas up.
"That was uncalled for," Cas informs him, swatting his hand away.
"Uncalled for?" He looks at the equally drunk blue eyed man, "She was all up on you!"
"I paid her," he deadpans with a glare, "So you can look, but I can't."
"That's not…Shut up," Dean glares back, dragging Cas over to where Sam was.
Sam was more drunk then either of them and looking increasingly uncomfortable with their location.
"Sam, we're going," Dean orders, "I dunno where the others are, but grab Barry."
"Thank god," Sam breathes as he collects the other man and they stumble from the den.
Castiel twist from Dean's grasp, "You are a fucking jealous hypocrite," he snaps at him.
Sam and Barry holding each other up and giggling as they both ooo and Cas's words.
"I just don't like it ok!"
"It's stupid and childish," he informs him, lighting a cigarette, "Do you not trust me is that it?"
"Oh snap!" Barry giggles as Sam tries to hide his own laughter.
"Would I have gotten this," he pulls up his sleeve revealing the tattoo of Cas's hand, "If I didn't trust you?"
"You where drunk," Cas exhales his smoke, "What does that have to do with trust Dean?"
"I dunno, we're drunk!" Dean snaps back, finding the whole situation was getting a bit humorous.
Cas blinks at him, his head tilted as he contemplates his words, "True…" he begins, "However you shouldn't get jealous of whores." He tells him sternly, "Even though that can be one of their purposes."
"I'm sorry, Cas," he nods smirking a bit at the other mans words.
"Just fucking kiss all ready," Sam whines.
"Ya, you're tearing this family apart!" Barry jokes the two giggling even more.
"Shut up," Dean shoots at them as he winks at Cas, throwing his arm around his shoulders.
Apparently the place next store to the strip club was a tattoo joint, the bright colors on the front drawing Sam and Barry's attention as Alex and Patrick join them outside.
"There you guys are, shit," Alec says loudly, "We thought there was a fight going on."
"You should get a tattoo," Patrick tells Sam as they join them at the window.
"I dunno, guys." Sam whines.
"Let's go," Cas agrees, dragging Dean inside.
"What?" Dean asks in surprise, "We're still drunk."
"I'm aware," he slurs as the others follow them in.
"What should I get?" Sam asked.
"The letter J… on your chest!" Patrick smirked.
"Sunburst!" Barry supplied.
"The letter J inside a sunburst!" Alec nodded in agreement.
Apparently the peer pressure was enough persuasion in Sam's inebriated state to convince him that getting a J for Jess tattooed in a sunburst on his chest was a brilliant idea. In the end the whole group got some kind of marking, save for Barry who was so afraid of needles he waited in the limo. Afterwards, still drunk and newly sore from the inking, the men piled back into the giant limo. Barry was passed out with his mouth wide open and snoring loudly.
Alec and Patrick continue to pour booze down Sam's throat; while Cas and Dean are sitting close and whispering to each other, completely oblivious of everyone else.
"I apologize for earlier," Cas whispers, his hand on Dean's thigh.
"Don't," Dean tells him, placing his hand carefully over Cas careful not to disturb the covering. "It was so stupid."
"It was," he agrees, smirking a bit as they look at one another.
"This wasn't though," Dean holds up their intertwined fingers where their new tattoos where.
"We might still regret it in the morning," Cas adds wisely as they lean closer to one another.
"Never," Dean states with determination as their lips meet drunkenly.
"Love you," Castiel murmurs.
The two make out the rest of the ride back much to the embarrassment of Sam and the mild shock of Alec and Patrick.
"What the hell?" Patrick points at them.
"Didn't see that coming," Alec adds.
"Shut up, they've been together forever… they're practically married." Sam adverts his eyes.
"That's what you are!" Alec yelled, pouring more champagne for them and also thankfully changing the subject from his brother and Cas making out like horny teenagers.
:)REVIEW(: (And yes that was Poker witch/magician patrick) Also in case you where wondering the boys got each other initials tattooed on their ring fingers.