Remember

Castiel

When the most beautiful man I'd ever seen asked if I was ok. I couldn't help myself. I cried, again. I felt his hands on my shoulder leading me to a booth. I cried and cried until I saw a bottle of beer in front of me. I tried to calm down. I breathed in and out, nice and slow. I wasn't long until I only had an occasional hiccup and could drink my beer.
"Hey, so if I ask you if you're ok again, are you going to cry some more?"
I looked up to find the man again.
"No." I whimpered. I drank some more beer.
"Well before, I ask what's up with you... I'm Dean. Dean Winchester."
"I'm Castiel."
"Well, Castiel, do you want another beer, and to maybe unload a bit?" He asked. "Or we could just hit a couple strip clubs. Something like that? Ya' know. We can save the chick flick moments for another day...
'What's a strip club?' I thought to myself.
"I have never been to a 'strip club' before." I managed to get out.
"Really!?" He exclaimed. He put money on the table and told me to get up.
"Come on. I'm driving." He held keys in his hand and also drove me out the door.

We entered a building that smelt of alcohol even more so than Harvelle's. There were scantily clad women all over. I was feeling extremely uncomfortable. Dean walked in confidently while I slouched behind him. He sat right in front of a stage with a women dancing around a pole. She wore red undergarments, devil horns, and was swishing around a red tail. I sat down but didn't know what to do. Dean was smiling when a nothing girl came on stage. She wore white undergarments and had white fluffy wings on. It took a great deal to stifle back a yelp. I started to tear up and got up to go to the bar.
"Not into it?" The bartender asked.
"Um, no. I guess not."
"Well here." He wrote down something on a napkin and handed it to me. "It's the name of another bar. I think you might like it." He winked and handed me a small glass. I looked at it. I didn't know what to do with it. I had only ever had beer.
"Drink it. Quick. Like this." He poured himself a small glass and drank it throwing his head back.
"Thanks but I'll pass." I said. He took the glass and drank it too. I took the napkin and sat down next to Dean again. New girls were on the stage.
"Where'd you run off to?" Dean asked still looking at the girls.
"Umm... To the bar. The bartender gave me the name of another while I was there." I handed Dean the napkin.