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The sound of the party engulfed you as you walked in the door.
Everyone was talking to each other, drinking, and dancing too much to notice you. Loud music blared from somewhere deeper in the house and you could hear people yelling something about shots in what looked like the kitchen. It was packed like sardines in the too-small house and the smell of sweaty college kids and cheap beer permeated the air.
You had thought that this college party would be a good place to get information from the locals for your hunt but quickly realized after only a few tries that everyone was too high, drunk, or distracted to get anything out of. You sighed and resigned yourself to just trying to enjoy the party for a bit. Dean had dropped you off there and would be back in about an hour anyway.
You made your way through the living room-turned-dancefloor to a table that had messy-looking finger foods, sugary drinks, and beer piled high. You just grabbed a few crackers and shielded your eyes from the strobe lights. The music was much louder here and you could barely hear yourself think. As you tried to back out of the room, a couple started to make out passionately in the doorway, blocking you in the room.
The music that before had been some modern pop tune, changed and became some very loud and screechy dubstep with an obnoxious amount of percussion. The strobe changed to match the music and people yelled and danced with more vigor than before. You backed up quickly to get back to the snack table but found it surrounded as well. You found yourself getting slowly pushed into the fray and getting a little scared. People stepped on your feet and you started to panic. The music seemed louder and faster and your world started to get dizzy.
Suddenly, a warm hand gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you close.
You recognized the tan trenchcoat and the smell of fresh linen and rain that accompanied your favorite angel as he pulled you out of the crowd and into a hug. You felt safe and it was like the world around you had melted away, or at least dimmed down. Cas pulled you through the now-unblocked doorway, past a few confused faces, and toward a set of carpeted stairs.
You both climbed a little over halfway up the steps and sat down on them. The upstairs was dark and much quieter. The music from downstairs was muted and had changed to a slower pop song. Cas had his arm around you and you had your eyes closed and your face in your hands. You were both silent for a minute.
"I came as soon as I sensed your discomfort." He said quietly.
"Thanks, Cas, I really needed that. Sometimes when I get too much stimulation..."
"I understand. Those people were very rude to push against you like that."
"They were just enjoying the party." You sighed.
You tried to take deep breaths and focus on the stairs beneath you and Cas's arm around you when suddenly you felt it lift.
"I'll be right back." He said as he made his way down the stairs again and out of sight.
You waited for a moment, resting your head against the wall beside you. Cas returned a minute later with a bottle of water from the snack table. He handed it to you as he sat back down, putting his arm back where it belonged around you. You opened it and took a grateful sip. You moved closer and leaned into Cas, still trying to ground yourself and slow your heart rate.
By the time Dean showed back up to get you the party had slightly died down and you had fallen asleep on your angel. Cas carried you sleepily out the door (you were awake but you pretended not to be), through the small yard, and to the Impala where a confused Dean was waiting. Cas slipped into the backseat with you as Dean started to move.
"What's wrong with them?" Dean asked.
"They just had a rough night."