Pardon

Vegas - Part One

A couple nights later they ended up in Vegas. Sam was beginning to become more positive and come more to terms with Wesly's death. Although still slightly angry with Dean, he was happy, and that made Dean happy. What he's doing must be working.

Sam figured some time to kick back and just enjoy their reunion would be a good idea. That is why they've come to Vegas. For some fun. Hell maybe even get laid.

They arrived at a club and the two mutually decided to split up for a little while. Sam went away to dance for a while and found himself a pretty good-looking blonde. Dean grinned and thought he had earned himself a drink. He went over to the bar and ordered, glancing over at Sam every so often to make sure he was okay.

Someone took the seat next to Dean and decided to spark up a conversation. Dean tried to ignore him but there was something about his voice that just affected Dean greatly. He peeked over and the man who was hopeful and smiling. He was attractive, like 'I want you to mess me up so hard right now,' attractive.

But his hair was dark. And his eyes... They were blue.

He knew he had to kill him, but something inside Dean wouldn't let him do that. There was something about him that was so hypnotic. Dean couldn't look away. He felt almost guilty. He needed to save Sam, but he just could not bring himself to feel the anger that he usually felt with this type.

"Hello?" the stranger laughed. "You've been staring at me forever and it's starting to make me a little uncomfortable."

"Oh," says Dean. "Sorry, I just-"

"It's alright," said the man. "You get a free pass today."

"Cool," Dean said smiling slightly, still coming out of his thoughts.

"What's your name?" asked the still unnamed man.

"I'm-I'm Dean. Winchester."

"Sounds like a dangerous name. But I'm open to trying new things. Cas is my name by the way. Novak."