Set in AU

It was senior year. Kids were allowed to go a little crazy during senior year, weren't they?

That's what Charlie Bradbury thought, and exactly why she had rounded up all of her closest friends for one last night of fun.

"One night to go crazy before we all get split up for college," She insisted. "One night to do whatever the hell we want, no consequences."

"And if we get thrown in jail?" Cas questioned, always the one thinking ahead.

"Bobby can pay bail." Dean insisted. "He's cool like that."

"...The fact that you have a plan for if you get arrersted concerns me," 

"Well, don't worry too much. If you're not in jail with me, I'm using my one phone call on you." Dean declared, grinning at Cas, his long time boyfriend.

Charlie grinned. All her ships were sailing lately, but she couldn't help but fear that the separation when they all went to college would tear those relationships apart.

She was especially worried about her own relationship with Jo. 

Jo was so beautiful. She'd be fighting off boys and girls alike at college. 

Jo told her not to worry, but Charlie did anyway. She knew Cas was worried too. Dean was loyal to a T, but he was also incredibly hot. He'd have a challenge staying with Cas while they were half a country apart.

"No consequences," Crowley echoed. "I'm in." Crowley, ever the troublemaker. Half of them were convinced he was secretly a serial killer or something.

"If Sammoose is coming, I'm in." Gabriel smirked. Sam rolled his eyes and glanced at Dean, who shrugged.

"What the hell." The elder Winchester agreed. "We're in."

"I'm coming, but only to make sure you all don't get arrested or die." Cas announced.

"My mother will slaughter me if we get arrested." Jo insisted. "Let's have some fun!"

****

Friday night, they all met up at Charlie's house. After sadly determining that Dean's Impala was too small to fit all seven of them, they climbed into Crowley's Honda. 

Because the King of Hell drives a Honda.

What were you expecting?

Dean drove, Cas called shotgun, Charlie, Jo, and Crowley smushed into the backseat, and Sam and Gabe crawled into the third row.

"NO CLASSIC ROCK," Sam called. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Bitch," He muttered.

"Jerk." Sam yelled back.

"I have made a playlist for this exact moment," Charlie announced, leaning over and hooking up her iPod to the car. Music launched through the car a moment later, and Cas laughed.

"The Black Eyed Peas?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Shut up," Charlie muttered.

"We should stick our heads out of the sunroof!" Jo declared.

"Yes!" Gabe agreed. 

"Hold on," Crowley insisted, holding up his phone. "Since I'm legally responsible because this is my car, I need you all to repeat this before anyone goes out the sunroof."

"Okay." Sam agreed.

"I will not," Crowley began, recording them.

"I will not," The chorused.

"Sue if I get decapitated."

"Sue if I get decapitated."

"Thank you."

Dean opened the sunroof, and Gabriel and Jo climbed over everyone so that they could stand up and lean out the sunroof.

"Take us away, Deano!" Gabe called.

"Where to?" Dean questioned.

"Walmart!" Charlie bellowed.

"Wait, why Walmart?" Cas raised an eyebrow.

"BECAUSE I SAID SO, AND WE'RE GOING CRAZY, CAS, AND CRAZY PEOPLE GO TO WALMART!"

"Walmart it is," Dean grinned.

And off they went.

****

Charlie's playlist of party music followed them as the group ran wild through Walmart, eating pixie sticks and other candy Gabe just happened to have, shaking up soda  and watching them explode in the aisle.

Somehow, Gabriel and Sam got a sprinkler working in the store, and they ran around, spraying water at people and laughing. Crowley was dressed up like a king, fit with a plastic crown, and sent flying down the length of the store in a shopping cart.

They launched themselves down aisles in rolling chairs with fire extinguishers, and laughed harder then ever.

They wrecked havoc in the store, managers and employees chasing after them until they finally fled from the store with everything they could carry.

They walked out of Walmart in style, as Thrift Shop blasted from Charlie's iPod.

Gabriel was pushing a shopping cart, which Sam was lounging in, a pair of cheap sunglasses on. Cas was covered in a mixture of soda and pixie stick sugar, and there were bits of stuffed animal fur in his hair. He wasn't quite sure how it had gotten there. Charlie was half drenched in silly string, and splitting a Popsicle with Jo, who now had a wreath of fake flowers in her hair. Crowley's crown was on crooked, and he had one of the fire extinguishers slung over his shoulder, just in case.

"Who knew Walmart could be so fun?" Jo asked, licking the Popsicle.

"I knew." Charlie declared. "Somebody else pick where we're going next."

"The Scorpion." Crowley said vaguely.

"Is that a drug den?" Dean questioned.

"No, squirrel, it's a night club."

"I'm in." 

So they took off again, driving a little faster when they saw a police car heading for Walmart.

****

The club was dark, lit by strobe lights, neon colors, and thumping music. Crowley somehow got them drinks, alcohol free, he said, although they knew he lied.

Charlie was positive that people were snorting cocaine in the corner, but she ignored that and dragged Cas over to a face painting stand. 

Ten minutes later, they were all covered in paint and out of their minds.

Gabriel was on a table, shirtless, and dancing like a Magic Mike impersonator while Sam laughed and threw one dollar bills at him.

Cas, who was definitely a lightweight, was buzzed and had rainbow paint all over his hair as he bounced around the dance floor with Dean, who was grinning his face off and trying to keep Cas from falling on his face.

Charlie and Jo were having a dance fight on the bar top, pink battle stripes lining their faces.

And Crowley sat comfortably at the bar, watching him friends and sipping a fruity cocktail with a smirk.

It was only when Charlie fell off the bar that they decided maybe it was time to go.

"THAT WAS SO FUUUNNN!!!" Cas yelled out, tripping over his feet and stumbling into Dean, still lightheaded and dizzy from laughing and dancing.

"We should go back there." Jo insisted. "So I can win another dance fight."

"You did NOT win." Charlie insisted. "You cheated."

"How is you falling on your ass me cheating?"

"That...." Charlie blinked. "I don't think that was a sentence."

"Gabe, can I have my money back?" Sam asked his boyfriend, who currently had at least twenty bucks worth of ones tucked into a bra.

No one quite wanted to ask where he had gotten the women's underwear, or why he was wearing it.

"Nope." Gabe shot back. "But hey, you paid for a lot more then a strip tease. Lemme know when you wanna cash in." He winked and Sam's eyes widened.

"No." Dean ordered.

"Come on Dean, live a little!" Charlie declared.

"No drunk sex, people, you'll just regret it in the morning." Dean declared.

"Oh, is that what happened to Cassie and you?" Crowley asked, smirking. Dean shoved him.

"Where to?" Sam asked, stealthily changing the subject.

"....The beach!" Jo proclaimed.

*****

Three hours later, they were at a beach.

It was midnight, so naturally the place was empty.

But that didn't stop the friends from dragged some driftwood over and letting Dean and Crowley start a bonfire.

"The first person to sing Kumbaya is getting punched in the dick." Jo announced.

"What if I don't have a dick?" Charlie asked.

"Then I'll punch you somewhere equally as painful." Charlie's eyes widened.

"Anybody got marshmallows?" Crowley asked, having found a stick on the ground. They all glanced at Gabriel, who scowled at them.

"Why does everyone assume I have all the sweets?" He demanded. "I mean, yes, obviously, I have marshmallows, but why didn't you ask Cassie first?"

"Because you're the candy man." Sam explained, passing around the marshmallows.

Crowley produced more drinks from somewhere, and they sat by the bonfire, joking and laughing for over an hour.

Lazily, Cas leaned over and nuzzled his head against Dean's shoulder. Dean leaned back against him, and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's paint covered hair.

"I'm gonna miss you guys when we leave for college." Charlie admitted, picking at the paint stained on her hands.

"We'll still be friends," Jo insisted. "The distance doesn't mean anything."

"Doesn't it, though?" Charlie looked unsure. Jo sighed.

"Come on, girl, we're taking a walk." She ordered, grabbing Charlie's hand and pulling her away from the bonfire.

"Hey Sam," Gabe said deviously. "I dare you to go skinny dipping in the water."

"I dare you to come with me." Sam shot back.

"Deal!" Sam and Gabriel took off towards the water, laughing and throwing seaweed at each other.
Dean glanced down at Cas, who was still half asleep on his shoulder.

"Wanna go find some place pretty for when the sun rises?" Cas asked.

"Sure," he agreed, eager to run away. They fled, leaving Crowley alone with the fire.

The King of hell shrugged, grabbed a stick, and started drawing pentagrams in the sand.

*****

Dean and Cas stumbled into a little cave near the edge of the water, laughing and kissing. The playfulness slowly turned into a full on makeout session until Cas paused as Dean started to laugh, his lips pressed to Cas's neck.

"You taste like cherries," Dean whispered, kissing Cas's neck. Cas grinned, remembering the cherry soda that Charlie had dumped on him earlier at Walmart. "My little cherry pie," Dean murmured, kissing him.

They were half naked by the time someone interrupted.

"HEY!" Jo's voice bellowed. "No drunk sex, remember!?!?"

"It's not drunk sex!" Dean yelled back.

"Then carry on!" Jo called back before running away.

****

They all met up a few hours later back at the dying bonfire. Cas and Dean were grinning sheepishly. Gabriel was speechless in shock, and the others had no idea why, but they assumed it had something to do with the fact that Sam was now counting out all the money Gabe had previously had.

Crowley had done some sort of demonic ritual, they assumed, and Jo and Charlie just looked plain happy.

They were heading back to the car when the police car pulled up.

"Yep, that's them." The officer confirmed.

"Shit." Jo swore. "We shouldn't have gone to Walmart."

*****

The seven of them sat in a small jail cell, waiting. They were charged with a bunch of minor crimes they had committed while in Walmart. It would be easy to just pay the bail and leave, but, of course, no one of them had the money for bail.

"This is all my fault." Charlie declared. "I'm so sorry, guys."

"What's there to be sorry about?" Jo questioned. "Charlie, I'm pretty sure we all just had the best night of our lives."

"Agreed. Right Cas?" Dean asked. He looked over at his boyfriend, who was a bit pale. "...Cas?"

"I don't feel so good." Cas muttered before rushing over and puking in the jail cell toilet.

"Ew." Gabriel wrinkled his nose.

"Maybe alcohol and marshmallows aren't a great combination in your stomach." Sam guessed.  As if to confirm the theory, Cas threw up again.

Charlie and Jo slowly slid a little further away from Cas and the toilet, looking a little grossed out. Dean sighed and went over, crouching beside Cas.

"You done?" He asked. Cas nodded, pale as the white walls of the cell.

"Okay, well, let's get you up," Dean said gently, helping Cas up. He sat down next to him on the cell bench, and Cas let out a slight whimper. "Just sleep it off, buddy." He murmured. Cas leaned over, propping his head on Dean's shoulder, and he shut his eyes.

"Are we really gonna sit here all day?" Jo asked. "Isnt there somebody we can call?" Sam got up and banged on the cell's bars.

"Excuse me!" He yelled out. "I'd like my phone call!"

"Who says you get a phone call?" The officer questioned.

"Human rights." Sam rolled his eyes. "I know my law."

Reluctantly, Sam was given a phone call.

"Hi Bobby," He began.

"Boy, its five in the morning. There better be a damn good reason why you're calling me." Bobby declared.

"Yeah, um....Could you bail me, Dean, and a couple friends out of jail?"

"....What the hell did you do?"

"We went crazy in a Walmart and messed some stuff up."

".....This better be the only time I ever have to pull you to out of jail."

"It will be, Bobby, I promise." They hung up, and Sam laid down on the bench with a sigh, using Gabriel's lap as a pillow. Gabe didn't seem to mind, boredly playing with the moose's long hair.

"Bobby's gonna bail us out." Sam offered.

"We owe him one." Dean declared, leaning closer to Cas.

"My mom's gonna kill me." Jo declared.

"Oh dear God, Momma Ellen is going to murder us all." Charlie swore. They all looked fearful. Ellen was not someone you wanted to piss off.

Bobby showed up a while later, but, unfortunately for the friends, he only had enough cash to bailed out five of them.

"You guys can go," Dean insisted. "I'll stay here."

"Um, NO." Sam declared. "I'm not leaving my brother in a jail cell."

"Well neither am I!" Dean shot back.

"Both of you, out here, now." Bobby ordered. "I dont care who else you drag out, but I paid bail for you two idiots, and that's who's leaving."

"Take Cassie with you," Gabriel insisted. "Somebody's gotta keep an eye on him."

"Please let me out!" Jo begged. "I don't want to call my mom!"

"I'll stay." Crowley proclaimed. "I can get my own way out of here."

"How?" Dean questioned.

"I have my people."

"Crowley, you're such a mobster."

"I'm not a mobster, I'm a king."

"We know." Jo rolled her eyes.

Eventually, Charlie, Jo, and Sam fled the cell, and Dean futilely nudged at Cas, trying to wake him up gently.

"It's no use." Gabe insisted. "Once Cassie's out, he's out."

Dean sighed and picked his boyfriend up bridal style, walking them out of the cell.

"Not the threshold I imagined you carrying him over, but it'll do." Charlie insisted. Dean rolled his eyes, grateful that Cas was light person to carry.

"Can you drive us home?" Jo asked Bobby. "My car's still at Charlie's."

"I'll take you to Charlie's, then." Bobby offered. "But your worried mother is your own problem, Harvelle."

"...Welp, Charlie, it was nice knowing ya. Lay a rose on my grave for me." Jo announced.

"Dean," Cas murmured, regaining consciousness. "What's going on?"

"Bobby bailed us out of jail and hes taking us back to Charlie's so we can grab our cars. I'll take you home."

"Can I just go home with you?" Cas asked. Dean paused, and he knew Bobby was watching him, a waiting the response.

"Of course you can, angel." He agreed, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend.

"....I have no idea where my iPod is." Charlie said suddenly.

"Wait...Didn't Crowley throw it in the bonfire as a sacrificial lamb?"

"That motherfucker."

"Oh, or it fell out of your pocket when you fell off the bar during our dance fight."

"That's probably it." Bobby raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell did you kids do last night?" He questioned. The group exchanged glances and grinned.

"We went crazy, Bobby." Dean declared. "We went crazy."