Castiel POV
I walk into a bar. There the first thing I see is Dean Winchester. I sneak past the guards and sheet myself at a table close to his.
"Sounds like we got ourselves a gig, Sammy." I hear Dean say behind me.
"Yeah." The other one, that must be Sam Winchester, mutter.
I am completely still, content on learning more about my assignment and his brother. Suddenly a women with frizzy brown hair walks up to me with a little book and pen.
"My name is Vanessa and I'll be your waiter tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?"
"Oh, hi, uh," I whirl to see what Dean and Sam are drinking. "I'll have some of that transparent green liquid." I finish proudly, pointing to Deans beverage in case she didn't understand.
"Um, OK, I'll be back with your, uh...green stuff." She says and walks off, glancing back at me once or twice with an almost frightened face.
With Vanessa gone I go back to listening in on the Winchesters conversations.
"Well I'll bed her couch didn't just grow fucking legs and frolic into the sunset, listening to god damn Taylor Swift, Sam!"
"I never said-" Sam is cut short by Vanessa, who sits down at their table and stares dreamily at Dean. Curious as to why she is doing such a thing I find myself studying the situation. I make a personal note that Dean seems to attract female attention.
"I'll have another beer." Dean says smiling charmingly, holding up an empty bottle of that green stuff.
"Beer?" I whisper, the word feels odd in my mouth.
"Anything else I can do for you? Anything at all?" Vanessa says putting her hand on Deans.
"You can get me a pie." He says smiling, I feel strangely compelled to laugh at this. Vanessa gets up, and I suppose to impress Dean, shakes her hips violently from side so side. "Oh, and sweetheart?!" Dean calls out to her. "I'm already getting laid."
I smile to myself, I enjoy listening in on Dean and his creative and unpredictable adittude.
Suddenly Vanessa slams a beer down on my table.
"Are you upset because he's already getting laid?" I ask curiously.
"Uh, you creep!" She yells and runs off.
Cautiously I aproatch my beer.
It tastes like dirt and rainbows, feels like fire and ice all at the same time. It also makes me feel sick. But I like it. So I drink it, let every first sip of ice trickle down my throat. Every sip, until I feel dizzy and lightheaded,
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