**note: this chapter includes a few quotes from "The Great Gatsby by F. Scott. Fitzgerald, and I do not own either Supernatural or The Great Gastby. Also, if you enjoy, please leave a review and tell me what you think or if I should continue this story. Okay go ahead and read chapter 2 yay hooray**

Ch. 2

Winchester was getting ready for another party, Castiel noted as he stepped outside to gather his mail. He saw men in black suits moving tables and chairs around Winchester's front lawn, placing them in strategic locations. Another man was stringing up white lights along the front of the house. Castiel found himself smiling as he watched the workers. He found it extraordinary how much precise detail went into planning these silly little get-togethers. Castiel went inside and sat down in his favourite chair with a red floral pattern and shuffled through his mail. He noted every bill and letter from his mother, until he came across a shimmering, golden envelope with a red wax stamp on the back with an engraved W. This peaked his curiosity immensely and he opened it carefully. He read:

Dear Castiel Novak,

You are invited to Mr. Dean Winchester's summer party on the coming July 15th. The dress is formal. You are allowed one guest.

Castiel couldn't wipe the foolish grin off of his face. Finally, he was invited to one of his legendary parties. He couldn't wait to listen to the band, meet celebrities, and maybe even meet Winchester himself. He put the letter aside and opened his other mail, but couldn't stop thinking…

July 15th.

Throughout the span of the week, Cas would constantly whisper the words, "July 15th" under his breath constantly, while he was checking his mail, driving to the market, or even as he was about to fall asleep. He wasn't completely sure why he was so enthusiastic to attend this particular party. He had been to many other parties before. But then again, he had never been to one this large with such stature as this one did.

The hours turned into days, and the soon the week was finally over. Saturday, July 15th was here.

An hour before the party was planned to start, Castiel made his way to the closet to find a suit he could wear to the highly anticipated party. He decided on a subtle, yet classy black suit with a bowtie, the same one he had worn to his sister's wedding. After dressing, he looked in the mirror and adjusted his bowtie. He sighed, realizing he'd never be able to afford or look half as nice as a majority of the people who were to be attending the party.

He accepted this and stepped outside of his home, watching as the cars started pulling up to the Winchester house as beautiful women in expensive looking dresses and jewellery stepped out, accompanied by handsome men in lush suits and ties, taking their lady on their arms and making their way toward the entrance.

Castiel walked up to the manor. He was standing directly under the entrance when he suddenly stopped. All of this seemed surreal to him, like an unlived fantasy coming true. He truly felt tonight was going to be one he would tell his grandchildren about.

He took a deep breath and slowly continued until he was engulfed with loud sounds and people full of movement. They were wildly dancing everywhere, and dresses were flying. There was so much movement and chaos and Castiel loved every single minute of it.

He cautiously made his way to the refreshments table towards the back, making sure he didn't accidentally bump into someone. He grabbed a glass of champagne that a servant wearing white gloves handed him and graciously took a small sip. As he turned around, he bumped into a woman.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to get in your way." She said. She had skin the colour of a porcelain doll, and bright red lips. Her eyes were a delicate blue colour, which clashed poetically with her bright red hair that was pulled up into a well made bun.

"Don't worry about it, it's alright." Castiel replied back to her.

She smiled gently. "So I haven't seen you around, what's your name?" she asked.

"Castiel. Castiel Novak, yours?"

"Abaddon. Abaddon Buchanan." The woman replied.

Castiel desperately searched for small talk, until he found something.

"This is such a large party, Winchester invited so many people here!"

"Well, I like large parties. They're so intimate. At small parties, there's never any privacy. Maybe I'll see you around…" Abaddon winked and walked in the other direction, until she was lost in the sea of people.

Castiel walked around for a bit, mingling with men and women of high stature, and meeting a few celebrities during the process. He had learned many entrails of gossip, such as Evelyn Nesbit was sleeping around with another man, despite the fact she was married to Harry Thaw. He also learned that the host of the very party, Winchester, never even attended his own parties. He would just sit up in his office and work while the guests partied the night away. Castiel found this strange. What type of host didn't even attempt to join his own party?

Castiel was on his 5th glass of champagne and half listening to older women gossip about celebrities he hadn't even heard of when it happened.

A young man who looked about 27 approached the table. He had chiselled features that made his face stand out and gave him a rugged, but clean appearance all at the same time. He was wearing the customary suit accompanied with a classic black bowtie, and his vibrant green eyes sparkled under the light of the moon. He was simply stunning. Everything about him screamed beauty and sex and grace and poise and charm and wit. He had a sort of charismatic sparkle about him, like he could talk to anyone about anything and still charm them like there was no tomorrow.

Castiel was entranced as the man extended a hand towards him and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Dean Winchester."