Let's Get Outta Here

The Walk Of Shame

/Castiel POV\\
Charlie knew that I hate these types of parties, yet she still dragged me here. The lights are enough to give anybody a seizure and the music is too loud for anybody to even think. I dragged myself through the mass of people on the dance floor to the bar where Charlie was. I touched her shoulder and she whirled around to see me. "Caaaasie where did you go?" The smell of vodka wreaked as she spoke, "I thought you came to the bar with me??"
"Actually, you went off to get us both drinks and drank the entire bar while you were gone." I replied, with obvious annoyance in my voice.
"Don't be a paaarty pooper Castiel! Have fuun once in a while! Like me, I got a tattoo, wanna see it? I got it at ComicCon." She bent down to show me her tattoo, but she forgot that she had an apple martini in her hand. "Fuuuck Cas, you spilled my drink?"
"Okay Charlie I think its time for you to go home..." I huffed, trying to prop her onto my shoulder.
"Cas you are a horrible wingman, did you know that?" She whined as I dragged her through the croud, "You didn't help me meet any hot chicks here!"
As soon as we exited, I pulled out my phone and got us an Uber. Fifteen minutes later they pulled up in a Ford Escape, and we hopped in. "Cas?"Charlie groaned, "My head hurts now and I want to throw up."
"Well that would be bad seeing that this car is the most expensive thing Ive been in since I was a kid." I replied in a soft tone so I wouldn't alarm her.
The car stopped right in front of Charlie's flat. She hobbled out of the car very clumsily, slipping twice on the pavement. "You truly are the best Cas, thanks for bringing me ho-" Charlie stopped, looking queasy.
"Charlie you okay?" I asked. She swallowed twice and looked at me. With a slight frown, she bent over, and hurled all over my shoes.
"Im sorry Cassie. Can you lead me upstairs?" Charlie muttered, wiping her mouth.

"Where are your keys?" I ask, digging through her purse desperately while Charlie's resisting the urge to puke again.
"They're in the pocket, now hurry up!" She replied. I finally grasped her keys and put them in the slot. Her door was broken, so I had to jiggle the doorknob a little before we could get in. She rushed to the bathroom, and I soon followed, attempting to hold back her hair as she hovered over the toilet. As soon as she stopped, I led her into her bedroom and nudged her into bed. She fell asleep almost instantly, and I put a blanket over her and left.
I stepped outside of her flat and realized how much of a mess I looked like, throw up all over my pants and shoes, my hair all messed up, (well actually it always looks like this), and my tie undone slightly. I decided to walk home seeing that I was only about half a mile from my apartment. About halfway into my walk, an old, vintage car pulled up next to me, and started rolling down its windows. A man with dirt blonde hair poked his head out of the passenger seat door, and said, "The walk of shame at 3 in the morning? Were you that bad?"

//Dean POV\\
"Umm no, just walking home" The man replied, seemingly walking faster.
"Need a ride? I can give you one if you promise to keep your legs above the seat." I said, snickering afterward.
"Uh yeah, I kinda need a ride." The man replied, walking toward the Impala.
"Hop in the front!" I exclaimed, pushing the passenger door open with a shove, "So whats your name, because all I know about you right now is that youre walking home at 3 am covered in vomit."
"My name is Castiel, or Cas if you want, but only my friends call me that." He replied.
"Huh, Castiel? Odd name, Well I'm Dean." I said, "So where do you live Cas?"
"About 5 blocks ahead." Cas answered.
"Okay, we'll be right there."
As my car neared his apartment complex, I slowed down, but evidently found myself speeding up again.
"Wait where are you going my home is back there?" Cas said, sounding a little frightened.
"Im a little hungry, so I was thinking about a Double-Double at In-n-Out. You want something to eat?" I
smiled.
"No not really..." Cas huffed and settled back down in his seat. I couldn't stop myself a slight smile. I don't have a clue why, but this man just appealed to me.
//Castiel POV\\
      We arrived at In-n-Out at about 3:30 and Dean hopped out of the car. He dashed around to my side of the car, and with a sweep of his arm, the door swung open. I cautiously stepped out, mumbling a thank you as I walked toward the door. "Why are you doing this you literally met him on the street?" I thought, but I kept walking. As I stepped inside the smell of burnt grease and salt was calming as Dean patted my back and walked to the end of the line. I shyly stepped beside him as he turned to me and gave me a ginormous grin. We reached the front of the line, and he began, "Id like a Double-Double with a Dr.Pepper and fries," he turned toward me, "anything for you?"'I shook my head and he finished up his order. We sat at a booth near the window, and he began to eat. "So, you here for college?" He asked, looking up from his burger for a second.
      "No, I came for the internship at the huge drug company stationed here in Los Angeles."I replied, feeling my ears and face get hot.
      "Ah. So youre fresh outta college!" Dean smiled.
      "Yep. So why are you here?" I inquired.
      "Well I grew up here, and I just stayed. My brother was still here and after what happened to my Dad he needed me here." He replied, the mood dropping.
      "Oh, well do you have a job or something?"
      "I work at the old salvage lot down in the south part of town, my Uncle own it and I make a decent living."
      "Do you ever get bored and just smash cars for fun?"
      "Well, do you wanna see?" He asked, a malicious grin growing across his face.

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Well fuck me. Its 2:40 and I wrote fanfiction instead of sleeping. Good for me. I plan to update it weekly, and I'll tell you guys if I cant. Pleeeease tell me what you think of it:)