Thursday: Alcohol
Ever done anything under the influence of alcohol? Or, more so - ever wanted your characters to do something under the influence of alcohol? Well today's your day, sunshine :)
Today's theme is, of course, alcohol.
Today is also the day I hand the reigns back - it's been an amazing week and I've really enjoyed your company. :)
Rules:
Today's theme is, of course, alcohol.
Today is also the day I hand the reigns back - it's been an amazing week and I've really enjoyed your company. :)
Rules:
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Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Cas must've drank 3 or 4 liquor stores this time, maybe an entire brewery given the way he's staggering & slurring, but Dean takes care of him that night anyway (and the next morning)
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Dean shifts in his sleep, then on autopilot reaches for the knife under his pillow. Even though he's still almost asleep, he can tell someone's in the room.
There's the familiar tingle of the scar on his shoulder, and Dean opens his eyes to find Cas standing near the foot of his bed. He sits up, rubs a hand over his eyes trying to get himself to focus. "Cas, you find out anything about Sam?" he asks groggily.
"Unfortunately, no. Not yet. I'm sorry, Dean," Cas answers. His face is a little flushed, eyes red, and his words sort of slurred, and Dean wonders if he's been drinking. Yeah, because he can smell the alcohol from here.
"You've been drinking. You, uh, celebrating something up there?"
"No. We are no closer to winning."
"And so you just decided to get drunk?"
Cas only shrugs.
"So help me, if you woke me up in the middle of the night just to start chasing after another weapon..."
Cas takes two steps closer to the bed, staggers almost imperceptibly. If Dean hadn't spent so much time around the angel, he might have not noticed, but yeah, Cas is definitely drunk.
"I'm here to tell you're being a total..." Cas makes a gesture into the air as if trying to find the right word. " Assbutt ."
And you're wasted, Dean thinks to himself sourly, not liking to see Cas this way. He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and sits there for a moment. A drunken Cas is really the last thing he needs to be dealing with right now.
"Yeah, assbutt ," Cas continues, apparently happy with this description. He gets right in front of Dean and the smell of alcohol is nearly overpowering now. "You know, I'm not sure I even like you anymore. You order me around like I'm your servant and I'm so tired of it, Dean! Everything I've done for you, and you still can't seem to be even the slightest bit grateful. It's like it doesn't even matter to you; you don't care."
"Cas...Look, I know we have to talk about it, but drunken conversations about important things? Not a good idea. In fact, you're so drunk I think maybe you should just try to sleep it off. Come on," Dean says and tries to lead Cas to the empty bed.
"No, I mean it, Dean," Cas says, and reached out and grabs Dean's wrist so hard he flinches with pain. "It's like none of it even registers. Do I even matter to you in any way? Do you even care a little bit what I've been going through with this war? I'm still killing my brothers and sisters, my home is being destroyed piece by piece, and what do I get from you? Resentment that I went back in the first place and orders about Sam."
"I'm sorry, Cas. I..."
"I'm doing the best I can!" Cas nearly shouts, his frustration and anger palpable. Both the lights outside and in the room flicker three times at the outburst.
"I know that," Dean tells him quietly after a few seconds.
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Dean, does any of this register? Cas is dealing with a war, with killing his brothers & sisters, with tracking down "loose nukes" as you put it... seriously, go easy on the angel. His problems really are just a bit bigger than yours, junior.
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I highly doubt it will register with Dean for any significant length of time. Kripke, Sera Gamble, and the writers clearly like him being such a dick so why change it?
That's just one of the reasons, though I'm not ready to stop shipping Dean and Cas, that I've stopped watching the show.
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