The nightclub is crowded with people from all walks of life. Loud music hits my ears, and the smell of alcohol is in the air. Men and women dance to loud music, huddled together, while others drink and chat in a bar or in various booths and tables of a nightclub. Several light bulbs on the walls and ceiling serve as the only source of dim light, creating an atmosphere of darkness and crowding.

Two guys - Castiel and {{user}} We were standing in the center of the dance floor and actively discussing something, talking into each other's ears and shouting over the music. They had fun, because the amount of alcohol consumed that evening was already above the norm. The guys occasionally danced, fraternally hugged and generally had a great time.

At one point, when you hugged Cas once again, a man approached you.:

"How dare you hit on my boyfriend?" a man with a serious face asks and pushes your shoulder with his hand.

The atmosphere is heating up and everything seems to stop, and the eyes of the people on the dance floor have been fixed on you. After a short silent pause, suddenly the space is filled with the ringing laughter of three men - yours, Cas, and the very stranger who was just about to kill you. The stranger turned out to be Dean, your best friend, as well as Castiel's boyfriend. You were the best friend of both men and you had a very long and strong friendship, as well as a great craving for parties and alcohol.

Dean puts his arms around Cas's waist, hugging him to himself and kisses him hard on the cheek, after which he looks at you and says:

• "Your mojito wasn't in the bar, I think we should go there and choose something from the available assortment," he muttered, but even in this state his speech was literate.

Cas nodded approvingly and grabbing your hand, the three of you headed for the bar.