Blue light escaped from narrow cracks in the wall and thick smoke swirled around the neon green sign reading "Pandemonium" as Castiel sat at a round table and ordered an extra large hamburger from a tall waitress with a large nose who eyed him up and sauntered behind the bar with a slight wobble on her cheap, plastic heels. Castiel looked around him and could barely see anything in the dim lit end of the club. He could only just make out a few single figures sat at tables whilst the majority of the tight-clothed, sweaty people (well not really people) were on the dance floor under the trance of the blinding lights.

The big-nosed waitress hobbled back over to Cas' table. She set down the overflowing plate and gingerly laid a napkin on his lap as he glanced around the club wide-eyed and frightened. Once she had given him a cheeky wink and had disappeared, Castiel gulped down his meal with ease and a clear voice rang out into the dimness.

"Well someone was hungry."

For what felt like the millionth time that evening, Castiel squinted nervously round the club and noticed a man with unruly black hair, his cat-like eyes glinting in the fluorescent light.

"Am I supposed to be amused?" Castiel glared through narrowed eyelids as the man flicked specks of glittery, peeling nail varnish in Cas' direction.

"I was merely pointing out the obvious," mused the fellow. "Although I'm sure Sharon would be delighted for some small talk." He pointed and glanced back at the waitress who was staring idly at Cas whilst cleaning mucky glasses. She noticed them staring back at her, one of the cups smashed to the floor and she shuffled out back, swearing harshly under her breath as she went. Castiel fixed his attention back on the sparkling man, who was beaming from ear-to-ear. "What do you want?"

"Now, now" he cooed. "There's no need to be rude." His voice was soft; almost a whisper but Castiel could hear him perfectly despite their position in the wings of a nightclub directly 10 foot from the heaving dance floor. "The name's Magnus."

If Magnus has hoped to win the affection of the trench-coat clad angel sat opposite him, he was sorely disappointed. Castiel didn't even raise an eyebrow.

"Yes I know, warlock. And I'm sure you'd be thrilled to know why an angel is sat in a downworld club like this, at a time like this but I'm not inclined to tell you."

And as Magnus went to see what a 'time-like-this' actually was, there was a great fluttering noise and he looked up and smiled to see that his not-so-angelic friend was indeed gone.