It was time, yet again, for Sam and Dean's infamous yearly trip to Las Vegas. They'd spend a week in the gambling city, hustling pool, playing poker, hitting on girls, and earning most of the money they'd use for the rest of the year.

But this year would be a little bit different then all the others.

For Dean Winchester had insisted on bringing their third brother along for the trip.

That's right.

They were bringing Castiel to Vegas.

What? Did you think they were going to bring Adam? He got his baseball game- he doesn't deserve the Vegas trip.

However, bringing an innocent angel to Sin City definitely caused the Winchesters some problems. Well....It caused Dean a LOT of problems, and made Sam very, very, rich.

But then again, it really was all Dean's fault. 

The trio hit their first casino early in the day, and Cas gaped in awe at all the lights and gambling tables, the noise of the slot machines, and the thick scent of smoke and sweat in the air.

"I have spotted the poker!" Dean announced, bee-lining for the table. "Sammy, keep an eye on Sherlock over there."

"Oh come on, Dean, he's more the Doctor then Sherlock." Sam insisted. "He can time travel!"

"Yeah, but Sherlock's got the whole broodingly handsome overcoat thing." Dean objected.

"I don't understand these references, but I assume they do not really apply to me." Cas offered.

"You're ridiculous." Dean declared, ruffling the angel's hair. "I shall see you two in six hours! Where I will be much drunker, and much richer!"

"Or much poorer, and even drunker, crying with a stripper on a street corner." Sam corrected. 

"Sammy, I thought told you that never happened."

"Six years in a row, Dean. Pretty sure it's been the same stripper a couple times, too." Dean glared at his brother.

"You'll never understand the bond I have with Trixie." He announced before storming over to the Poker table. Sam rolled his eyes and looked around, searching for a place to leave the angel while he made some cash.

"Cas, do you even know how to gamble?" He questioned. Cas stared at him blankly.

"......No." The angel admitted.

"Okay, then you're gonna go sit at the bar over there, and I'll come get you if I find a way to make money with your angelic powers." 

"....But what about Dean?"

"Dean will be busy, but he comes looking, I'll send him your way."

"Can't I wait at the poker table with him?"

"No, you'll distract him."

"No I won't! I'll be quiet!"

"....Cas, your literal presence will drive him crazy. In a good way! Just not in a good way if you want to win money."

"Oh." Cas smiled slightly. "I'll go sit at the bar."

Sam watched him leave, then immediately clicked his brain into gear.

Okay....What's the fastest way to make a lot of cash and not lose it?

Take a moron for all he's got and run.

*~*

Four hours later, Sam was up five hundred bucks, and had a great plan for Cas.

He walked into the bar and his eyes settled on a fat, scruffy man in the corner, fanning out hundred dollar bills and smiling. Sam smirked and made his way over.

"Hi there." He started. The man quickly folded up his money and tucked it away.

"Hey."

"I noticed you've got a lot of cash there."

"I don't give charity, kid." Sam held out his hands, non-threateningly.

"I'm not looking for charity. I was just wondering if you were interested in a little wager. Say, $500?" The man looked curious, but narrowed his eyes.

"What kind of wager?"

"I'll bet you five hundred dollars....." Sam looked around the bar, and then pointed to Cas. "That that guy can't drink twenty shots of tequila, one after the other, without getting sick or at least totally drunk." The man scoffed.

"That guy? He looks like a total light weight! There's no way he could drink that much and not end up wasted. You're on." 

"Wonderful." They walked over, and Sam tapped Cas on the shoulder.

"Hello sir," Sam began casually. "This gentleman and I have a bet going. He says you can't drink twenty shots of tequila without getting drunk- I say you can. Care to settle our argument?" Cas paused, studying Sam's face.

"Okay," He agreed. "I'll drink them."  Sam grinned.

"Perfect. Bartender! Twenty shots of tequila for the man in the trenchcoat!" Word of the bet spread around the bar, and people gathered closer as the bartender set the shots down in a line on the bar.

"I want in on this bet!" Someone called out. "That dude can't drink all that!" Sam shrugged.

"I say he can." He offered. "Put your bet on the table." 

"I'll join in," A lady insisted. "But only if he doesn't go to the bathroom after this for an hour."

"Done." Sam declared. The money and people rooting against Cas piled up, and, to even the score, Sam upped his bet to eight hundred dollars.

"There's too much money in here for just twenty shots." One guy declared. "Raise it to 35, and I'll bet a thousand." Sam glanced at Cas, who shrugged.

"I can handle that." the angel declared, and the bartender looked uneasy, but poured out another fifteen shots and added them to the line.

"Well, let's see him drink already!" The original guy declared. So Cas picked up a shot, toasting it at the crowd.

"Bottoms up." He proclaimed, downing the glass and setting it down. The bar gaped at him as he downed shot after shot, only pausing to set one glass down and pick up another. Before they knew it, the last glass was being set down, and Cas turned to face the crowd.

"I can't believe he drank them all." Someone whispered.

"Wait a minute," Another person said anxiously. "He's gotta be drunk! Say the alphabet forwards and backward!"

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ, ZYXWVUTSRQPONMLKJIHGFEDCBA." Cas recited. He spent the next ten minutes doing every test the bar could think of, but he always passed. Not drunk. An hour went by, and Cas, of course, didn't have to go to the bathroom either. The people at the bar grumbled over their losses, and Sam grabbed the money, escorted Cas out of the bar, and then ran to a different casino, ready to do it all over again.

An hour later, Cas had consumed enough alcohol for even an angel to be considered drunk, and he and Sam made their way over to Dean's poker table, where the eldest Winchester sat, focused on his cards and the tall pile of chips beside him.

" 'Ello Deen," Cas hiccuped, wrapping his arms around the hunter. "Your hair smels niiice." Dean froze as his brother plunked down in the seat next to him, grinning like an idiot.

"Dean, why have we never brought him to Vegas before? Look at this!" He fanned out a huge wad of cash. "I've made over 10,000 dollars!"

"Doing....what, exactly?" Dean questioned, eyeing the drunk angel.

"Betting people that Cas couldn't drink a crazy amount of liquor without getting drunk."

"You've been scamming people out of money with Cas?!" Dean exclaimed. "Why would you do that?"

"Because it's funny, and it brings in the MONEY." Sam sang, spreading out the wad of cash yet again. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Cas." He insisted, helping the angel stand up. Cas laughed, swaying drunkenly on his feet.

"Yer real pretty Dean." He mumbled. 

"My god, you're so drunk." 

"Nah, Dad ain't drunk- I am!" Dean fought the urge to facepalm as he handed his chips to Sam.

"Don't lose my cash." He ordered the moose. "Come on, angel, let's go sober you up."

"Noooooo." Cas whined. "Sober Cassie is boring Cassie! Dat's wha Gabe said."

"You should know better then to listen to Gabriel."

"I dunnoooo- he's got sum goooooood ideas for you." Dean paused.

"For me?"

"Yeah. Fur you, and for me. Together. He gots lots of ideas from his time with the moose."

"What moose?"

"The SAMOOSE, silly!" Dean slowly turned towards Sam, but the younger Winchester saw his opportunity, and took off.

"So, Cas." Dean asked. "What other delightful secrets would you like to tell me?"

"Meg's a bad kisser." Cas whispered. "We kissed- an, an I was SO GOOD! The pizza man taught me it aaaaall. But MEg? UGH! Nasty!" He made a disgusted face and Dean fought back a laugh.

"Well I'm sure you've had a good kiss before, besides Meg."

"No, no." Cas looked down. "No good kissers."

"Why not?"

"Cause none of those girls-" Cas hiccuped, and he gazed at Dean. "Non' those girls had lips like yours, Dean."

"....What?"

"Oh yeah. You's got nice lips. I've always wanted to kiss them."

"You want to kiss me?"

"well, if you say so-" Cas leaned in, and Dean jumped back, dropping his hold on the angel, who prompted fell to the floor. 

"Hello Mr. Floor." Cas mumbled. "Aren't you soft...." Cas continued to talk to the casino's dirty carpet as Dean had a small mental breakdown.

Cas wanted to kiss him....

Cas was in love with him.

The thought made Dean want to hurl and shriek at the same time. 

But Cas is drunk, he reminded himself. He's not going to remember anything he does tonight....

"Cas?" He asked hesitantly. Cas rolled over and smiled up at the hunter. 

"Hiiiii DEeeen." He sang. 

"Are...Are you in love with me?"

"Oh yeah." Cas declared. "I- I was DIS CLOSE to kissing your pretty face off when we were in Purgatory, but then stupid Benny showed up. An then stupid Naomi messed with my head- that bitch!" Dean slowly smiled, and he helped Cas to his feet.

"Hey Cas?"

"Yesy?"

"I love you too." Cas gasped.

"NO WAY!" He shouted, catching the attention of nearby people. "YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST PEOPLES! DEAN WINCHESTER ADMITTED HIS HOMOSEXUALITY!!!!"

"CAS!" Dean yelled at the angel, his face going red. He grabbed Cas's hand and dragged the angel out of the room, where Cas stopped in front of a roulette table.

"Dean, can we do somethin crazy?" He whispered. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Cas, crazy is our daily life."

"Please?"

"Sure. What is it?" Cas smiled.

"Gimme a number."

"Uh....13." Cas frowned.

"Dat's unlucky."

"Well unlucky kinda runs in the family, so maybe it'll be good luck. What are you using it for?"

"So....if that spinnie thingy lands on 13, then we'll do somethin crazy."

"Crazy like what?" Dean raised an eyebrow. Cas threw up his hands dramatically.

"I dunno! I can'ts have ALL the good ideas!" Dean thought for a moment.

Well, his brain suggested, they are in Vegas.

And there was one completely stereotypical thing to do when you were drunk and stupid in Las Vegas.

"I don't know...." Dean said, trying to act casual. "What if we got married?" Cas nodded, smiling.

"I like dat. Let's do that." Cas turned to start at the roulette table. "....Why ain't the thingy spinning?"

Dean rolled his eyes and tossed a chip onto the table. 

"Thirteen." He told the worker, who started the roulette, letting it spin. Cas watched it go around, his smile growing wider and wider until it stopped, resting on....

"Thirteen." The worker called out, handing Dean back the money he'd won. Cas let out a shout of excitement.

"C'mon Dean!" The angel yelled. "Let's go crazy!!!"

Cas pulled the Winchester out of the casino, and next thing Dean knew, they were headed towards one of Vegas's little chapels.