Drinking with Angles
Title: Drinking with Angels
Author: fate_incomplete
Words: ~700
Rating: PG
Characters: Dean, Castiel, Sam.
Spoilers: nothing specific just fluff
Summary: Dean gets bored and has a drinking contest with Cas, Sam thinks its an idiodic idea.
Author's note: The Dean/Cas fic I am working on was far too angsty for me to handle tonight so I decided to get Dean and Cas drunk instead.
Sam watched the spectacle playing out before him with a mixture of exasperation and mirth. What had ever made Dean think a drinking contest with an angel would be a good idea? He really was an idiot, Sam thought as he pretended to continue reading his book and ignore them, his eyes flicking from the page to watch them more then the words though.
Dean and Cas sat on opposite sides of the small table in the dingy motel room. Booze dripped of the side of the table onto the floor, liberal amounts being spilt as shot glasses were hastily filled by the increasingly drunk Dean. They had agreed on the rules before they started, a line of 10 shot glasses were lined up before each of them and for each one Dean drank, Cas would finish off all ten. Of course Dean was also filling Cas’s glasses with 190 proof Everclear, positively potent compared to the whisky he was drinking.
They had been at it for what seemed like hours. Dean slammed down another and sat unsteadily back to watch Cas stoically down another 10. Dean’s hand unsteady grasped the bottle of liquor as he tried rather drunkenly to line it up with the glasses. Failing miserably he sloshed it all over the table again. Cas reached over and almost gently took the bottle out of his hands and did it for him,”you’re making a mess”.
“I’m drunk “
“Well you’re a messy drunk” Cas clarified.
“You’re a messy drunk” Dean muttered the best comeback he could come up with in his state. He stared across at the all too neat and not nearly as drunk angel.
“This was your idea”
“Well I was bored” Dean said as he made a clumsy grab for the next shot almost knocking it over.
Dean almost dropped the shot glass as he put it down, well beyond inebriated now, he watched almost disappointedly as Cas finished up his, as though he somehow expected to win.
They appeared to be holding a staring contest as well Sam noted. Green and blue eyes almost unblinkingly gazing into each other. ”I’m beginning to think you’re cheating Cas” Dean slurred with a lopsided grin.
”I’m an angel I don’t ....cheat”
“Well you keep staring at me its unnerving” Dean said as he continued to stare back at Cas, though his eyes had a distant glaze to them now. “It’s cheating”
Cas just cocked his head to one side, he seemed to think for moment as if to get the words right, he winked at Dean his brilliant blue eyes almost twinkling mischievously “Blow me”.
Dean began to chuckle almost uncontrollably “you keep getting me drunk and I just might”. Cas merely smirked at him as he filled the glasses up again. Sam rolled his eyes and flopped back on the bed.
Dean downed another shot, or mostly, some of it dribbled down to drip of his chin. As he put the glass down his eyes drifted lazily shut and he passed out. Cas’s head slowly tipped to the side as he followed Dean’s slump to the floor. A sly smirk tipped his mouth as he downed the last of his shots before looking over to Sam, who rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time. Cas unsteadily got to his feet his eyes going back to Dean.
“I’m not putting him in bed, and if he throws up it your problem” Sam said suppressing a grin at the swaying angel standing before him with his not so angelic head tilted, studying Dean where he lay on the floor. To emphasise his point Sam grabbed his coat and headed outside.
Cas looked down at the gently snoring heap on the floor. Humans were such strange things he thought to himself, an unsteady hint of a smile edging its way onto his lips. He reached down and picked up his mightily intoxicated charge. With one of Deans arms slung over his shoulder he staggered towards the bed. He only made it half way before the wobbles got too much and they both collapsed to the floor in a jumbled heap of arms and legs. “We’ll just sleep here then” he mumbled.