Both of Us

Cas sighed as Dean pulled into the parking lot of what seemed to be a large stadium. A large banner over the establishment read "Motley Crue – One Night Only!"

Cas loved Dean, he really did, but he hated the dates they went on. They had gone to a horror movie, a monster truck show, and multiple rock concerts. He had never liked the dark, scary places, but Dean couldn't seem to get enough.

So, getting out of the car, he reminded himself for the billionth time he'd rather suffer through this than have no Dean at all. He put on a smile and nodded as Dean rambled on about the band, the songs, and even the venue. Apparently Dean had preordered the tickets, WITHOUT telling Cas, so they marched up to Will Call.

Dean gave the man behind the counter his number, and then talked to the guy about just how exciting the evening was going to be. Cas was surprised there would even be an evening, because as far as he could tell, these guys were pretty old.

As Dean and the guy chatted, he glanced over to the table where another man was selling earplugs. He desperately wanted to buy one, but Dean wouldn't approve. Once he had said "Not even chicks use those things, man."

He was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts when he felt Dean slide his hand into his. He loved when he held Dean's hand, it was always warm and soft, yet firm, and he would always give Cas a little squeeze whenever he smiled. If Dean was holding his hand, he would follow him anywhere.

And follow he did, right into the center of a large, crowded room, full of bright lights and creepy people. He couldn't even try to describe the night. It was loud and hot and cramped, and people kept elbowing him, but Dean was having fun. The only Motley Crue song he even knew was November Rain and they didn't even play it.

He vaguely remembered Dean dropping him off and kissing him goodnight, before getting one of the longest nights of sleep in his life.

He woke up the next day at 2:00, his head pounding even though he knew he didn't have a drop of alcohol. He hauled himself out of bed and got up to make coffee. His roommate, Gabriel, was already awake and on the phone in the kitchen, sucking on a lollipop. 

"Morning sleeping beauty," he smirked, lowering the phone, "Have a rough one last night?"

"You have no idea," Cas mumbled. Gabe raised his eyebrows, quickly telling the person on the other end he had to go, before leaning towards Cas on the counter.

"So what happened last night? Did Dean-o pull something on you?" Cas shook his head, which made the pounding even louder. He rubbed at his temple, pouring coffee into his mug. "We went to a fucking rock concert."

Gabe pulled up a chair and sat, waiting for Cas to elaborate.  "We pulled up to the place and it was a Motley Crue concert. Motley Crue! I didn't even know they were still alive!" He sat next to Gabe, resting his head in his hands on the table. Gabe rubbed his back reassuringly.

"Look, Cas, I'm no expert," he said, sounding completely serious in the way he never is, "but I think you should tell him you don't like that stuff. If you don't say anything, he'll just keep taking you." Cas looked up, shaking his head. "I don't want to disappoint him."

Gabe sighed, standing up. "Then enjoy the rock concerts," he said, walking towards his room.