Genre: gen
Characters: Dean, Sam, Cas
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Word Count: 100
Summary: on high
The good stuff went straight to Sam's head. Dean called him a lightweight.
“For a giant, you’re a lightweight,” Dean said.
Dean had gone to bed humming, tumbler in hand.
It was Christmas Eve.
*
Sam stumbled outside shivered felt Bunker-wards slip their hold craned up to a skyfull, an eyeful, suddenly soft at the idea of home.
Pressed palms together, called:
“Castiel.”
*
The angel-vortex went straight to Sam’s head.
Cas caught him. Steadied.
“Sam.”
Dean laughed in the morning:
“It’s angels we have heard on high, Sammy, not while high.”
Angels were watching over them.
It was Christmas Day.