Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Telephone.

This is what happens when I watch a Supernatural video based off of Lady Gaga's Telephone. NOT a crack fanfiction. It was supposed to be a one shot but then it turned into a story idea.

The rating will probably change to T in the second chapter.

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"Dean, Sam," Castiel said, appearing behind the two brothers. Sam jumped and Dean just looked over his shoulder, annoyed.

"Dude, haven't you heard of knocking?" Dean asked.

"Of course I have," Castiel said. "I am here to inform you that if you should get into any problems, I will not be picking up my phone tonight. In fact I'm leaving it here with you." Castiel handed Dean his cell phone and the oldest Winchester looked doubtfully at the angel. Castiel waited patiently until Dean took the phone from him.

"Okay… what brought this on?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, why are you abandoning your phone with us?" Dean asked.

"I am not abandoning it. I will be back for it," Castiel said, looking offended at the thought of abandoning what had been his Christmas gift from the Winchesters.

"Don't start that," Dean frowned. "What are you doing tonight that you're going to be so busy?"

"Dancing," Castiel said.

"Come by me again?" Dean said. "I think he just said dancing. Sam did he just-"

"Yes, Dean. I said dancing," Castiel said.

"What're you going to do?" Dean scoffed. "Waltz? Foxtrot?"

"So you're leaving your phone here… because you're busy… because you're going dancing," Sam said.

"Yes," Castiel nodded.

"Dude, when did you become a Lady Gaga fan?" Dean asked.


"No one, Cas. Go have fun," Sam said, sending Dean a glare.

"Thank you, Sam. Dean. I will see you tomorrow to retrieve my phone," Castiel said.

"Wait!" Dean said.

"Yes?" Castiel paused.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked. "You know, in case you get captured by a siren or something and we gotta save your ass." He looked flustered. Sam looked unimpressed as he glared at his brother, knowing he was up to something. Castiel regarded Dean as he always did.

"Your concern is not necessary," Castiel said.

"Come on Cas. It'd… make us feel better, if something did happen," Dean said, looking away from Castiel. Sam mouthed, 'we?' at Dean and Dean glared at Sam, warning him silently to be quiet.

"The place is called Heaven's Hell," Castiel said. "I will see you tomorrow."

"Yeah. See you," Dean said to empty space. "What's Heaven's Hell? That doesn't sound like ballroom dancing."

"He said nothing about ballroom dancing," Sam frowned but he pulled his laptop up anyways. "It's uh… damn; I didn't know he had it in him."

"What?" Dean asked, getting off the couch to join Sam at the table. "Is that… what I think it is?"

"A night club? Yeah," Sam said. "So we're…"

"Yep," Dean said.