They all drove home quick and changed clothes. Well, the girls did. The guys rolled their eyes and spammed them with texts.

"FUCK OFF," all three of them screamed from the bathroom window. They slammed it closed, laughing. Each of them had on their "sexy attire", outfits they wore to clubs and bars. Emalee had a short spaghetti strap tank top that flowed like liquid silver, her hair hanging just as fluidly down her back, with skin-tight black jeans ripped in the knees. Eileen wore her hair up in a messy bun, strands hanging down in front of her ears, with a dark maroon halter top and low-waisted light-wash boyfriend jeans. Marley went with a more simple look, wearing a black, long-sleeved shirt with a wide neck cropped just above her jeans, pale yellow and cut a few inches above the ankle. They were styling their hair and applying makeup, chattering excitedly.

"Dude, I'm totally hooking up with someone tonight. Hopefully Dean, but I'd be cool with Connor or some other hot guy." 

"Gross, don't talk about banging my brother in front of my face!" Eileen shrugged and smiled, leaning forward and batting her eyelashes over a mascara wand. Emalee dotted foundation over her skin and blended it softly.

"Ohmygod, I so hope I get to at least dance with Sam."

"You better seduce the hell outta him, sis."

"There's no way I won't. If I even get near him-" She snapped her fingers and smirked, running the hot flat iron over her hair again. Marley shook her head at their antics, applying highlighter.

"Man, I'll be happy if I just get to cuddle with Cas tonight. I don't really wanna do any of... that."

"C'mon, Mar! You're so hot tonight, any guy would be lucky to have you." Emalee smiled down at her best friend. Marley glanced down into her lap at the hairbrush she held.

"That's just it, I don't want any guy. I'm not some thot-ass hoe who goes up to a random guy and starts grinding 'cuz I'm horny."

"Aww, Mar," Emalee sighed, hugging her, "you don't have to even dance if you don't want to."

"No, I want to come with you guys. I'm just... not sure about all that stuff."

"And that's fine," Eileen said, looking over from her spot in front of the mirror. "We don't want to peer pressure you into doing this."

"I want to do this. I want to go with you guys." she said, standing. Emalee smiled and flattened her hair, spraying some hairspray over it to make it stay. Marley braided her hair tightly; Eileen fixed a few bumps in hers, pouting at her reflection. She spritzed some setting spray over her face and handed the small bottle to the other girls.

"Okay, are we ready?"

"Hell yeah."

"Weapons?"

"Check."

"Check."

"Cash and IDs?"

"Check."

"Oh, shit. Hang on." Eileen ran off to her room, then came back. "Okay we good."

"Let's go!" They giggled, slid on shoes, and walked out to the cars. They ignored the guys' drool and dropped jaws, climbing into the driver's seat (and passenger's).

They pulled into a club just out of town and parked. A neon sign flashed 'Backbiter' crookedly over the roof. Music blasted so loud they could hear it from outside, the base pounding like a heartbeat. A few people were leaning against the railing outside, smoke curling from their mouths. Emalee stared at them, judging 

"Okay, girls, this is it," Eileen murmured, hitching up her strapless bra a bit. Emalee grinned, smoothing down her hair and straightening her shirt. Marley just stood their and blinked nervously. "Let's get this bread." 

Two hours later, Eileen was beyond drunk, Emalee was getting there, and Marley was having a panic attack in the bathroom. Sam was trying to escape a crazed teenager, Dean was surrounded by a circle of women, Connor was playing beer pong, and Cas was watching over them all.

Oh what a wonderful life it is.