A Grip On Reality (Destiel AU)

Uptown Funk's Gonna Give It To You

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Dean woke me up a little while later for some reason. It kinda pissed me off.

"What?" I groaned, not bothering to open my eyes.

"Look out the window." He said bluntly.

I reluctantly looked out the window as he said and saw we were outside this new bar night club sort of thing. It opened a few months ago, and from what I heard, it was doing pretty well.

"What're we doing here?" I looked back at Dean.

"Didn't you say we should have some fun? Shake things up? I figured this would be a good way of doing that."

"A club, Dean? Really? You, clubbing?"

"I can club. What's wrong with that? I can club if I damn well want to."

"Not really, no."

"Just because I don't doesn't mean I can't."

"I think you have that backwards. I sincerely doubt you can actually, physically club."

"Look who's talking, Mr. Gimpy Leg."

I sighed and looked away from him. "It's not just a... gimpy leg."

"Then what is it, Cas?"

I couldn't let him see. I couldn't let him see my pain. The things I had to go through in my everyday life. I didn't need his fucking sympathy.

"Cas?"

His voice shook me from my thoughts. I looked back at him. "It... it's nothing, Dean."

"Yet you have a cane sitting in the backseat."

"Let's just go in, okay?"

I didn't wait for a response before exiting his stupid car. Ugh, Mustang.

We went inside, and I had to say, the place wasn't too shabby. So far. There was a little bar at the far end of the building, a dance floor on the right of that; my right, that is; and there were tables set up around the front. Nice little place.

"Oh yeah. Cozy." I muttered.

"It's nice, Cas. Better than most bars, I'm sure. I mean, look how busy they are tonight."

There were quite a few people dancing on the dance floor to what nowadays were pretty old tunes. At the moment, an old Taylor Swift song was blaring out of the speakers.

"I swear to god, if I get this song stuck in my head because you dragged me here without my consent-"

"Only because you were snoring in the passenger seat."

I blushed immensely. He knows how much I hate my snoring. The fucker.

"Whatever," I mumbled. "Shithead."

"C'mon, Cas, let's get a drink or something."

"Good. You've mastered the art of clubbing."

I walked up to the bar, cane in hand, and sat down at a stool. Dean sat down beside me.

The bartender looked at us and was about to speak, until I interrupted. "Scotch. On the rocks. He'll have a beer. Make it snappy."

As the bartender poured our drinks, Dean tried talking. "I take it you're used to the whole bar thing."