The club was packed when Castiel and Charlie arrived. Despite taking a cab to Pandora's Cube to avoid the rain, Castiel's sandaled feet were wet from the few steps they had to take from the curb. At least there wasn't a huge line coming out the door. They pulled out their IDs for the bouncer and went in. Castiel was thankful the dress had pockets. Apparently most dresses didn't, Charlie had griped.

The bass beat was deafening as they moved deeper into the dance area. There was an upper level with lounging areas that overlooked the dance floor, but lower level was full of people in costume swaying and gyrating to the beat. Castiel saw tons of stiletto heels and platform shoes, and weaved carefully through the crowd with Charlie pulling him along. He didn't want to have his almost naked feet stepped on. Speaking of naked, many costumes showed a lot of skin, and several guys were shirtless. Castiel felt much less exposed now in Charlie's dress. They pushed their way to the bar.

"Two shots of patron." Charlie ordered. When they arrived, she made Castiel do the shot with him. "Liquid courage, Cas. You can do this. Didn't you notice how many guys and girls checked you out on our way in?"

Castiel shrugged. "I thought they were looking at you."

"Maybe." Charlie winked. "Anyhow, we'll do the usual? If you're leaving, text me. If I'm leaving, I'll text you. Otherwise, we leave together near closing time, meet at the bar. I'm off to hunt. May the odds be ever in your favor." She hugged Castiel and then disappeared into the crowd.

Castiel stood at the bar, watching the mass of people writhing on the dance floor. He decided he rather move up to the second floor so he could sit and not have to keep pushing his way around. His wings made it more difficult to get between people. As he turned to go, he bumped into a devil that was coming up to the bar.

"Sorry, excuse me." Castiel said automatically. Then he looked at the devil. I'll be damned, he thought, Charlie was right.

"No worries, man." the devil with green eyes answered with a smile. The stranger that Castiel had admired in the coffee shop a couple of weeks ago was standing right in front of him. He was wearing red horns on his head, a black t-shirt and tight black jeans, with a forked tail coming out of the back. The t-shirt showed off his muscled arms and clung to his broad chest. Suddenly Castiel felt underdressed and wished he hadn't listened to Charlie. He felt embarassed about the makeup and hair gel too.

The devil scanned Castiel, smiled again and said, "Hey, nice costume. You look familiar..."

"Um..uh..you ever go to the coffee shop, The Last Drop?" Castiel scrambled.

"Yeah, yeah, sometimes. Oh! you're the guy that was standing in the door that day. I think I was waiting behind you for a whole minute before I had to say, 'excuse me'." The devil laughed and Castiel blushed. "I didn't recognize you without your glasses."

"Yes, that's me. Sorry about that. Um...yeah. I like your costume too." Castiel said shyly.

A black cat suddenly appeared by the devil's side. "Dean, where is my drink? You totally dissappeared on me!" she complained with a pout. His name is Dean, Castiel mused, Dean the devil.

"Oh, sorry Anna. I'll be right there."

"Ok, we're over on that side." the cat motioned. "Don't take too long." She pressed a possessive kiss on Dean's lips.

"Ok babe, see you in a minute." Dean answered. He looked back at Castiel. "Yeah, I was just on my way to get a couple of drinks. Funny bumping into you again. Well, happy Halloween!"

"Uh, yeah...you too." Castiel managed. He cursed inwardly. Of course, the guy was straight.

Dean moved past Castiel to try to catch the bartender's attention. Castiel left the bar, pushing his way towards the stairs in the corner. He felt disappointed. He climbed the stairs and found a couple of empty chairs by a small round table. It was relatively uncrowded upstairs, and much cooler with the lower amount of body heat.

There was a second bar upstairs, and Castiel ordered a rum and coke. He sat back down and nursed his drink, glancing down over the railing and trying to pick out Charlie, and also Dean, if he was honest to himself. He saw Charlie finally, talking to a group of Disney princesses. She had her hand on Snow White's arm. Castiel was glad that Charlie was having some luck at least.

He found Dean with his black cat, dancing in another corner. The cat was draped all over the devil, and Castiel looked away. He supposed he should be on the look out for other potential hookups, but he couldn't stop thinking about Dean, especially now he knew he was here at the club.

He sat in the chair by himself for awhile, watching other groups of people. He was starting to zone out, the rhythm of the music and the sound of the crowd hypnotizing him. Someone sat down in the chair across from him and startled Castiel out of his reverie.

"Hey Angel," Dean the Devil said. He had a glass in hand. He nodded to Castiel's empty glass. "Can I buy you another? What are you drinking?"

"Um, rum and coke." Castiel answered. He wondered what Dean was doing up here. "Where's your cat?"

"Oh, the cat was starting to be a pain." Dean shrugged. "I told her I needed to get some air and I'd find her later."

"What happened?"

"Not much. We actually aren't together. More like, fuck buddies. Sorry, excuse the language." Dean apologized. "But yeah, she's looking for something more and I'm not." Dean smiled at Castiel again. "Let me get that rum and coke for you."

Castiel watched as Dean downed the remnants of his glass and walked to the bar. He admired his ass in the tight black jeans. The devil's tail swung as he moved. Castiel wondered why Dean had sat down with him and why he was buying his drink.

Dean was back with the drinks. "So angel, what's your name?" He handed the drink to Castiel.

Castiel took the drink and sipped. "Thank you. I'm Castiel."

"Huh. Interesting name. I'm Dean. Cheers."

They tapped glasses and drank. "So...the devil drinking with an angel." Dean mused, and grinned at Castiel. "Actually, I'm supposed to be a demon, but doesn't matter. I'm not sure how I got roped into this in the first place, so I tried to do the easiest costume that I could."

"I think it looks great," Castiel said, and their eyes met for a beat. Castiel felt a flush creep up.

Dean looked away first. "Not anywhere near what you're wearing. Yeah, that's a really great costume. Uh, really great." Dean looked at Castiel again.

"Um, thanks." Castiel blushed. His dress was riding up his thighs and he pulled it down a little. Dean pulled his chair close to Castiel's.

"Uh, like really really great." Dean said to Castiel, leaning in close. Castiel looked up into Dean's eyes. His phone buzzed and he started. Cursing about the interruption, he fumbled the pocket for the phone and checked the text.

Going home with Sleeping Beauty xoxo

Charlie was all set then. Castiel smiled and tucked the phone back in his pocket. Dean was sitting back now. He placed one hand on the back of Castiel's chair.

"Everything ok?" Dean asked. He flashed Castiel another smile.

"Yup. My friend scored a hookup."

"Nice." Dean commented. There was a beat of awkward silence, and then Dean asked, "So, what do you do, Castiel?"

"I teach at the local community college. Math." Castiel said modestly.

"Wow. You must be smart." Dean admired. "I'm a mechanic. I hated math in high school."

"Well, I know nothing about cars." Castiel smiled. "I'm not that smart. I never know if they're ripping me off or not when I bring my car in."

"Take your car to Bobby's next time. That's where I work." Dean winked. "With a face like yours, I'd give you a discount." He looked at Castiel meaningfully and leaned in close again. Castiel could smell Dean's aftershave mingled with sweat and alcohol.

"Make a deal with devil?" Castiel joked. "That could be dangerous."

Dean toyed with the feathers on one of Castiel's wings. "Very dangerous," Dean agreed. He stroked one feather suggestively. Castiel flushed.

"Like I said, that costume is really, really great." Dean continued. He put a hand on Castiel's bare thigh. The dress was riding up again. Castiel felt his heart speed up. Dean's eyes were gazing into Castiel's. He let his hand move higher and slightly under the hem. Castiel squirmed. Dean chuckled and let the back of his hand graze Castiel's underwear. Castiel bit back a whimper.

Dean moved his hand away and drained the rest of his glass. He asked Castiel, "Heaven or hell?"

"Huh?" Castiel was clueless.

"Your place or mine, angel." Dean explained. He was playing with Castiel's wings again.

"Purgatory?" Castiel quipped innocently.

"Good one!" Dean laughed. "Purgatory...I have an idea. You ready to get out of here?"

"Yes." Castiel got up, pulling the hem of his dress down again. Dean looked at him appraisingly.

"Nice legs." Dean leered. Castiel blushed. Dean got up lazily from his chair and stretched. As Dean's shirt came untucked, Castiel caught a glimpse of well defined abs. Castiel swallowed. He felt nervous with anticipation, and heady with desire. Dean placed a hand in the small of Castiel's back and guided him through the crowds.

As they threaded through the throngs, they saw a familiar black cat.

"Dean! There you are!" Anna said. She seemed miffed, but smiled and grabbed Dean's arm. "Ready to go, babe?" She tried to pull at him.

"Sorry kitty. I'm going home with this angel." Dean moved his hand down and cupped Castiel's ass. Castiel started but managed to keep a straight face.

"What the hell?" Anna dropped his arm and got angry. "Don't call me again when you want pussy! I'm done with your shit." She stormed away before a Dean could reply. Castiel barely registered what happened, he was focused on Dean's hand on his ass.

Dean looked at Castiel and shrugged. "Oh well. I'm done with her drama. Let's go." They continued to make their way toward the exit. When they got to the door they found that it was pouring rain outside. Dean put an arm around Castiel.

"Do you mind a quick run in the rain?" He asked Castiel. Castiel shook his head. Dean nodded and they went out in the downpour. Castiel shivered in his skimpy outfit, but Dean held his hand and they ran for it. About a block down from Pandora's Cube, Dean stopped in front of a building.