pre-dated to the night of Nov 20
Well, he hadn't managed to get anyone into a cake - Roger had refused, but there'd been a moment when Dean thought he'd worn down Castiel... - but Dean had still managed to throw together a decent bachelor party for Neil.
That was good. It was better than good, it was important. Dean had never been entrusted with anything like this before, and it felt amazing, getting to be a part of Neil's wedding, hell, getting to be in charge of something, and he'd gone all out. He'd gotten them a corner of the Hub, he'd pulled out his best impression of Sam's doe eyes until they got booze...he'd even made a few paper streamers, which sort of looked out of place now, but as most of the parties Dean had attended had been when he was under the age of five, he still felt they were appropriate.
The only thing that could improve the set up was a stripper, but with the Catscratch closed down, Dean was too afraid to approach Helen on the matter, and had just let it lie. Oh well, with Dean at the helm there was surely plenty of debauchery still to be had, strippers or no, and Dean slammed down the last of his drink, pretending it didn't taste like almond liquor.
"All right, troops, let's get this party started."
That was good. It was better than good, it was important. Dean had never been entrusted with anything like this before, and it felt amazing, getting to be a part of Neil's wedding, hell, getting to be in charge of something, and he'd gone all out. He'd gotten them a corner of the Hub, he'd pulled out his best impression of Sam's doe eyes until they got booze...he'd even made a few paper streamers, which sort of looked out of place now, but as most of the parties Dean had attended had been when he was under the age of five, he still felt they were appropriate.
The only thing that could improve the set up was a stripper, but with the Catscratch closed down, Dean was too afraid to approach Helen on the matter, and had just let it lie. Oh well, with Dean at the helm there was surely plenty of debauchery still to be had, strippers or no, and Dean slammed down the last of his drink, pretending it didn't taste like almond liquor.
"All right, troops, let's get this party started."