Olive You ☆Castiel x Reader☆

3. Drunkards

I don't know what a bar is like, so.. keep that in mind when reading this xD My bad if I got it all wrong..
Enjoy~

You head upstairs and into your room.

You stare into your closet, hands on your hips.

You pull out a black strapless with a (F/C) outline at the bottom. White dots randomly splattered across the dress and small ruffles at the bottom, "I haven't worn this in awhile..." You place on your dress and black knee socks.

You go to your dresser and look through your make up, "Not one for makeup... Blush? Nah, with those guys there, I'm sure my face will be pink enough. Ooh eyeshadow." You pick up your (F/C) eyeshadow and gently put it on, with a light blue outlining it, making 'pop' more.

You decided to add a small winged eyeliner, which took you about 30 minutes. "Eyeliner is too difficult!" You groaned, content with your look.

You brushed your hair and just let it flow. Grabbing your purse, you head downstairs and wait for the boys to arrive.

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Knock knock knock

You stood up and opened the front door, Castiel in ... the same outfit.

Dean wore a dark blue shirt and olive flannel, Sam wore the red checkered jacket that Cas bought.

You looked at yourself, "I-I feel a bit over dressed."

"You look fine." Dean waved it off and walked to the Impala with Sam beside him.

Castiel looked at you over, "I really like the dress. But will it not fall down wjth nothing to hold it up?"

"Oh, no. The dress is abit tight and I'm sure it'll be fine." You smile.

"Is it not hard to breathe in?" He squinted his eyes at you, "Tight clothing must be very difficult to be able to breathe in."

"Ah. No, I'm fine, Castiel." You look down slightly, bangs falling.

He pushed the strands of hair behind your ear.

'YupYupyupyup. Oh ff- Yup, very glad I didn't wear any blush! Otherwise I'd be a rose bush, and who knows what they would think of that.'

"Thanks.." You muttered and closed & locked the door, walking towards the impala with Castiel following behind.

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You bite your lip, walking into the bar with Castiel by your side and the two brothers in front of you.

Castiel looks at you and smiles warmly, patting your shoulder softly.

You smile back at him and look around.

There's a small circular stage with a microphone stand and speakers in the back to your left. Ahead of you are a row of booths and to your right, are stools with a bartender serving.

Many waitresses walked around in very short dresses and pounds of makeup, 'Okaay.... I feel better now, I'm not as over dressed as I thought I was.'

Castiel glances at you and chuckles but you don't seem to notice.

Lights flashed around the stage and there was a small fog machine there.

'This looks more like a club than bar'

"Dean told me clubs are much more complicated and crowded." Castiel stated, leading you to a booth.

You nod, 'how'd he know I.. whatever'

Castiel sits inside and you beside him, Dean directly infront of you and Sam inside.