Rose has never been the most rational when it comes to jealousy.

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In her quest to expose Castiel to every possible happy human experience, she's spent ages figuring out the best place to attend New Year's Eve. After a week of waffling between her mum and dad's shwanky political bash and the rowdy pub down the block from her flat, she finally decided on the pub. Coming from an estate, she spent much of her time in tiny little everyone-knows-everyone pubs, had a lot of brilliant times with Mickey and the boys, catching matches. It was a lot more... familiar than the ritzy things her parents put on, and she decided she'd really like to experience it with him. Not to mention he hadn't yet met Mickey or Jake, and considering she worked with them, she thought it might be nice.

Things were going well. Really, really well. It was half passed eleven, and though she wasn't tipsy, she'd had a few, and so had everyone else. Half-priced drinks on holidays. They were brilliant. The music was good, everyone was happy, and the place was covered in streamers. 

She pushed her silly giant, numbered 'sunglasses' back on her head to keep her hair out of her face, beaming at the sight of Mickey trying to do the robot across the way on the dance floor. Just... really, really brilliant all around, with a drink in one hand and Castiel's in the other. 

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He knew what New Years Eve was, but he had never experienced it first hand. He had been far too busy with wars in Heaven or doing as his Father commanded. He was getting a chance to experience all these traditions with Rose. He liked that it was Rose who was teaching him. She was patient, kind, beautiful and the best thing was she understood him. She didn't try to sweep the horrible things he did under the rug. That meant something. She saw them and she faced them.

The pub was amazing. It was loud and it was crowded. It was quite a sight for Castiel to take in. He had met Mickey and Jake. Jake was with a woman somewhere and Mickey had intended to go dance. Castiel had left the table to stretch his legs. He wanted to get the feeling back. He never intended to wander off.

He was now sandwiched towards the back of the pub between a half in the bag brunette and a wall. He had nowhere to go and he wasn't even sure how to handle himself in this situation. He knew he didn't kike what was happening and he really wished this woman listened to reason. "I think you have me mistaken for someone else, ma'am." Dean would call this a jackpot. Castiel just called it weird.