I'll be Loves Suicide

Where we Start

Dean is use to his fair share of drunk calls. Hell he's made some himself, but the last person he would expect to call him drunk on a Saturday night is Castiel his little brothers best friend. He also wasn't expecting that Castiel needed his help.

"H-hello? Dean. I'm soooo sorry to be calling you at this hour" Castiel mumbled out obviously drunk and trying to keep his voice down, which made it hard to hear him over the music and people in the background.

"What's up Cas?" Dean said while trying to make it sound like he was still awake, he knew sounding tired would just make Cas feel worse than he probably already did. Cas was weird like that.

"Uh. Dean sorry to bother you at this late hour, but I desperately need your help. I mean I would call Sam but he has a important interview tomorrow for Stanford, and I don't want to wake him up. well I didn't want to wake you up but I could really use the help. You know?" The rate at which Cas was speaking made it obvious that he was nervous or scared, which didn't happen often.

"Cas, man. it's fine I really don't mind. If you need help just give me the word and I'll pick you up." The words came easily, because they were true. If Castiel needed help then by all means Dean would be there to help him.

"Dean, There's this guy... He keeps hitting on me. I told him I wasn't interested but he kept flirting with me offering me more drinks, then I said I had a boyfriend but he said a guy like me couldn't have one, I think he's going to try and sleep with me. D-dean, I don't know what to do." It sounded like Cas was starting to try and force tears down. which sparked something in Dean, he's seen guys like that at the bar he works at and is more than use to pretending to be the boyfriend for what ever girl that needed it.

"Hey Cas, try and stay calm. Could you tell me where you're at? and I'll try my best to find where you are and pick you up." Dean tried his best to use a soothing voice to help Cas out, God only knows what would happen to him if he started to cry, that creep might prey on that sort of thing.

"I-I don't know the exact address, umm do you know where Uriel lives?" Dean had to think about it for a moment. He's pretty sure he went to school with a guy named Uriel, always the party's to be at. I guess he never grew out of his high school party days.

"Yeah, Cas I know where Uriel lives. Uh hold tight it will take me about 20 minutes to get there, do you think you can make it till then?" Dean was throwing on his jacket and shoes as he was talking trying his best to get out the door as fast as he could with out waking the rest of the house.

The drive couldn't have lasted longer, Dean didn't listen to music and he couldn't stop running over what he was going to find when he got to the house, best case Cas would waiting near the front door or in the living room, scared as hell but safe. worst case, Dean didn't want to think about what would be the worst case but he was differently starting to speed at this point, I mean this is Sam's best friend.

Dean got there in just under 20 minutes, and burst into the house. There were so many people there it was hard to force his way through checking every face to see if it was Cas. He checked the living room first, then the kitchen, but there was no sign of him. Dean was starting to think he already left he saw the familiar trench coat laying at the top of the stairs. Now that was weird, no way in hell would Cas ever leave his coat on the ground much less at a party. Dean rushed up the stair checking every room as he went, when he finally found him cornered in the farthest part of the hallway. Some creep had Castiel's his shirt untucked and his hand venturing into the front of Cas's shirt he was just unbuttoning Cas's pants when Dean walked over and shoved the guys shoulder.

"What the hell man! can't you see we're busy here?!" The guy outburst turning quickly on the spot to face dean, the guy wasn't unattractive so Dean was guessing that he wasn't use to not getting what he wanted. He was wearing some expensive name brand clothing and cologne so he was rich on top of that.