You had been traveling with the Winchester brothers for some time, watching over then when Castiel couldn’t. You were almost like a damn guardian angel. Or at least, that’s what Dean called it when he would become annoyed of your presence. It wasn’t your fault though, you were simply following orders. The Winchesters had a lot of enemies, and you had vowed to keep them safe.

One night, Dean decided to loosen you up and take you to a bar. Your problem? You were JUST like Cas; clueless and seriously lacking social skills. So tonight, Dean wanted teach you the ropes of being human, and show you a good time.

“Dean, is this outfit supposed to be this short? I thought clothes were supposed to cover you and keep you protected from the elements of the Earth?” you ask from the bathroom, with a monotone voice.

“{{user}}, come out already. I’m sure you look fine, nothing wrong with showing a little skin now and then, it’s normal. Trust me sweetheart,” Dean replies.