Fic: Leviathans don't get drunk [PG], Dean, Sam, humor
Title: Leviathans don't get drunk
Author:
summerholt
Characters: Dean, Sam
Genre / pairing: Gen
Rating: PG
Word-count: 2,500+
Spoilers: Up to episode 7x15
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: written for spn_bigpretzel's fic meme prompt by mamapranayama
Prompt:"I don't care if Leviathans have infiltrated the luxury boat industry, Frank" Said Dean, but I care.
I want to see Sam and Dean on a cruise ship ... any boat really. Could be a gay cruise, a riverboat, or even a crossover with 'The Love Boat'. I'd just love to read about some seasickness, shuffleboarding, lounge singers, all-you can eat buffets, and anything else that floats your boat.
“Dude! There are eleven bars on the ship!” Dean’s exclamation is a little too loud for Sam’s liking, but Dean is not the first person who has shown excitement about this discovery in Sam’s proximity. There are many likeminded patrons strolling along the main deck of their cruise ship. Dean fits in just fine.
Frank has convinced them to go on a reconnaissance mission to the luxury boat industry to find out what Leviathans are up to. $699, Balcony: 7-Night Caribbean Cruise w/$150 Credit. Frank would make a great travel agent. Truth be told, said agent also forces his clients on a cruise ship with pre-purchased tickets, forged credit cards, and fake IDs. Sam suspects that Frank just thinks they need a vacation.
Once on board, Dean announces that he needs to do what he does best, getting information from the bar employees. Sam tries to grab him, but Dean is like a ninja when running to the bars. Sam must decide whether to chase after him, which would not look gay at all, or to let Dean be for the time being, and do a preliminary search of the ship for any useful hints. He chooses the latter option. At least one of them has to be a professional and do the job they are supposed to do.
Sam has not been on any cruise before. But he can’t find anything suspicious, just from a first-timer’s point of view, and years of hunting. Except for the massive buffet that is apparently offered five times a day, almost around the clock, there is nothing menacing lurking in the shadows. All of the cruise staff that Sam has encountered have been friendly and helpful, lacking the alien like facial expressions that he has seen on all Leviathans.
***
The buffet hall is where Dean finds Sam, after his glorious bar crawl. Dean already has a plate full of fried everything and a burger balanced artfully on the edge of the plate. He sits down and throws a doubtful look at Sam’s veggie plate. “You do still eat meat, or did you turn vegan?”
Sam retorts, “It’s called eating healthy, Dean. You should try it sometime. You’d probably have less heartburn.”
Dean waves his hand dismissively. “That’s why there’s Tums, dude.” He shoves a handful of fries into his mouth gleefully, munching contentedly and trying to talk around the food. “Found anything?”
Sam shakes his head. “Everything looks normal. But the ship is huge; I haven’t covered all the decks yet. Have you found any leads?”
Dean bites down on the burger and nods in approval. Sam perks up. “You’ve found something?”
Dean keeps nodding. “Great burger. Awesome.“ He takes another bite.
“Dean…”
“Nope, found nothing.” Dean’s answer comes quickly this time. Sam can’t help but think that Dean’s messing with him on purpose. But Dean looks so happy that Sam can’t find it in himself to get mad. He looks at Dean with an amused smile and shuffles around the food on his plate absentmindedly.
Dean polishes off his plate in under seven minutes and goes back for a second serving. He comes back huffing indignantly and almost slams down his plate. “There is no pie!”
“What?”
“No pie! They don’t have any pie! Can you believe it?”
“I’m sure they have cake.”
“What? Not again, Sam! How are pie and cake the same? You were lucky I was in a cast when you brought me back cake that one time.” Dean points an accusing finger at Sam.
“I know, Dean. Sorry, Dean.” Sam answers dutifully.
Dean is probably too drunk to notice the condescending tone that Sam is using. He attacks his plate full of fried food viciously and murmurs, “Next time we go cruising, I’m bringing my own pie and toaster oven.”
Dean is in the middle of his third serving when the entire dining hall rocks. Dean’s face goes green almost immediately. “What was that?”
Sam looks around. People are generally unconcerned and going about their own business. He makes an educated guess. “I think the ship has just set sail.”
Dean makes a face and clamps his hand in front of his mouth. He tries to get up. But the boat shudders again and he is thrown back in his seat. He looks completely panicked and like he’s about to throw up any minute.
“Oh crap!” Sam grabs the next waiter and asks, “Where is the closest restroom?”
They barely make it to the toilet that Dean is hugging with a vengeance right now. Sam stays with him in spite of the awful sound and smell, and the curses that Dean manages to grunt when he is not throwing up. Sam even holds Dean’s head so that Dean doesn’t choke on his own vomit. Sam is an awesome brother.
***
The help desk is less crowded late at night. That’s when Sam ventures out to get some motion sickness pills for Dean. Because they are on international water, he can get pills that are not even available in the US. Maybe he should get some more to stock up their medicine supply.
Instead of going back to the cabin immediately, Sam goes out to the open deck. He misses the days when he and Dean would sit together after a hunt and watch the stars. He finds a dark place and lays down on one of the lounging chairs. It’s so relaxing he almost falls to sleep. He is startled awake by someone hissing. “Careful with that stuff!”
Sam almost bolts up reflexively. But he manages to hold still. Something isn’t right.
Then he hears a second voice, much louder. “No worries. We have the suits on.” That voice is decidedly drunker.
“Keep your voice down!”
“There’s nobody here!”
“Shut up or I’ll tell the boss.”
That shuts up Drunken Voice. Then it’s absolutely quiet. Nobody is moving or talking. Sam holds still and resists the urge to turn and look around. Whoever the voices are, something is up and they are probably looking around to see whether they’ve been overheard. The dark place where Sam is lounging can protect him only so far.
Finally Hissing Voice says, “You’re lucky nobody’s around. Next time get drunk after work, alright?” It sounds like they start to move, thankfully away from Sam’s location.
Drunken Voice is obviously making an effort to keep his voice down, but it’s still louder than the first. “I hate this. Why do you think I get drunk before this? Makes it more bearable.”
Hissing Voice sighs. “I know. Cleaning decks sucks.”
Drunken Voice latches on to the sympathy. “Right? The suit sucks, too. Makes me all claustrophobic.”
Hissing Voice says, “Yeah, beats getting burned though. That cleaning stuff is nasty.”
“Why can’t we get some all-natural organic stuff to clean the deck?”
“Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how much that stuff costs?”
By now Sam is pretty sure he’s listening to two Leviathans talking while cleaning the deck using borax. He’s learned that Leviathans can get drunk and some of them enjoy getting drunk. He’s still not sure what they are doing on a cruise ship.
***
Dean loves the international motion sickness pill. It both completely rids him of his nauseousness, and leaves him slightly high. Now he gets a 12 beer buzz by consuming only 9. And he is always in a better mood. And the ladies just luuuve him!
Not even Sam’s news about Leviathans dampens Dean’s mood. So they know there’re Leviathans on the ship. So what? What can they do about it? Nothing really. They can try to find out more about what Leviathans want with a cruise ship. But what can they do if they find out their motives? It’s not like Sam and Dean can kill them all. In fact, they’d be lucky if the Leviathans don’t kill them. So why bother?
Sam’s not thrilled by Dean’s drunken longwinded speech. Yup, he is wearing that face that says he’s not thrilled at all. Dean doesn’t really care. He turns back to the classy blond, wait, the two classy blonds sitting next to him at the bar, and smiles his charming smile. They do look a bit similar. And they both have that partly shocked and partly disturbed look on their faces. And now Sam is dragging him away from them while hissing whatever in his ear.
Dean tries to get out of Sam’s grasp. But Sam is stronger than Dean when he needs to be. And Dean is too drunk to put up a real fight anyway.
Sam drags Dean all the way back to their cabin and slams the door shut. He lets go of Dean and Dean immediately goes to his bed, hugging his pillow and sighs contentedly. Then he hears Sam say, “From now on, you eat what I eat, drink what I drink. No more fried food, no more alcohol.”
Dean should protest. Sam’s not his boss even though he does like to boss around. But the bed is so comfy and Dean’s in no mood to start a fight. It’ll be fine. Everything will be fine.
***
It’s not fine and it’s not right that Sam still wins in close combat when Dean is less drunk. It’s definitely not fine that Sam ties Dean to the bedside table and just leaves him there at dinner time! Dean is pretty hungry, and pissed.
It all started harmlessly. Dean awakened from a nap. Sam repeated what he said before, that Dean was not allowed to eat what Dean wants, but must eat what Sam wants. How ridiculous was that? Dean pretended to listen and nod. Then Sam just attacked him! Out of nowhere!! Sam knocked him out. Dean woke up and was already tied to the table. Where did Sam find all the ropes? And what did Sam stuff into Dean’s mouth? Sam was trying to explain something with Leviathans and food poisoning. But Dean was beyond angry and couldn’t hear anything coherently or form any coherent thought. He needed his food! He could starve! He twisted and glared daggers. So Sam finally sighed and left.
Dean is exhausted and starts to cry. He is really, really hungry. And he really, really, really needs his food.
***
The cabin door opens and Sam comes in, carefully balancing a tray with plates, bowls and bottles. He closes the door quickly and puts the tray down on his bed, before turning to Dean with a concerned look. “Hey,” His voice is very soft. “What’s going on? Are you crying?”
Dean rolls his eyes. Yes, I’m crying, Mr. Obvious.
“Promise you won’t shout and I’ll take this out of your mouth.”
Dean sniffs and nods.
Sam looks like he’s trying very hard not to laugh. He pulls something out of Dean’s mouth. Dean stares at it. “Dude! Seriously?”
Sam’s holding a pair of underwear in his hand.
Sam looks at Dean sheepishly. “Hmm, it’s clean?” He offers hopefully.
“Whatever. I’m starving here.” Dean pulls at the rope which ties his wrists to the table.
Sam shakes his head. “Sorry man. Have to leave the ropes on till I’m sure you won’t bolt.”
Dean glares, tears welling up in his eyes.
“Awww,” Sam coos, “You’re adorable.”
“You’re dead!” Dean promises.
Sam feeds Dean half of the dinner and eats the other half. It’s almost nice, to share a dinner like that. Dean is in a better mood now that he isn’t hungry anymore. “Didn’t you eat the same stuff yesterday?”
Sam looks at him curiously. “Yeah. Didn’t think you noticed.”
“That stuff is disgusting. Couldn’t get it out of my mind if I tried.”
Sam smiles and shakes his head. A moment later he asks, “Dean, why did you cry?”
“I was hungry!”
“Don’t you think it’s odd that you cried like a baby?”
Dean is about to say something nasty in retort, then suddenly realizes that Sam is right. He doesn’t normally cry when he’s hungry. He doesn’t normally cry at all. Well there was that period of time when he just came back from hell and he couldn’t stop crying, but special behavior for special circumstances, yadda yadda yadda.
“And Dean? Why did you talk about Leviathans at the bar? In front of all the people?”
Well, because, because …, whatever. “Whatever. What’s with this new dominant streak of yours? If you wanna tie me down all you need is to ask.”
Sam sighs dramatically and doesn’t ask strange questions again.
***
Five days later, Dean understands.
Now they know that it takes approximately five days for the drug to wear off. It must be something similar to the turducken that the Leviathans have cooked up.
The ship, in the meantime, has become a real circus. People are drunk all the time. And people are so happy and contented it’s creepy. People are also very friendly and compliant.
Dean walks up to a middle-aged guy who is currently paying his drink, taps his shoulder and asks for his wallet. The guy looks puzzled at first, then gives his wallet to Dean with a smile. Dean throws a look at Sam, Sam scowls at him. Dean shrugs and goes through the wallet. He pockets the cash and returns the wallet to the stranger, who is happily sipping his umbrella drink and smiling at them. Dean returns a charming smile. Sam scowls some more, which Dean ignores.
“You can’t keep doing this!” Sam scolds.
“Why not, Sammy? What’s the difference between this and hustling pools?” Dean returns the third wallet to its owner and merrily carries on down the deck.
“You’re taking advantage…”
“So is hustling pool.”
“They’re not their normal selves!”
“So is hustling pool.”
“At least you use some skills to hustle pool.”
That gets Dean’s attention. He turns slowly to Sam and lifts a finger thoughtfully. “So… you are saying as long as I’m using my skills it’s alright?”
Sam rolls his eyes.
Dean laughs and claps Sam on the shoulder. “Lighten up, Sammy!” He waves the cash at Sam. “We’re gonna have a great time!”
***
They end up in the casino. Dean reasons since they missed their annual pilgrimage to Vegas together this year, they have to make up for it. The only thing that dampens the mood is that they can’t drink. It sucks, especially because everyone else around is pretty much drunk. There’s only a handful of other patrons who are not showing drunken behavior.
And the staff. The staff is not drunk at all.
When Sam points that out to Dean, Dean just mutters under his breath, “Figures. Leviathans don’t get drunk.”
Sam laughs and wants to tell Dean about how Leviathans actually can get drunk. But he will wait till there’s a smaller audience. And tonight, after whatever nightly entertainment Dean insists on attending, maybe he can persuade Dean to go out on the deck, maybe they can watch the stars.
~ fin ~
Author:
summerholt
Characters: Dean, Sam
Genre / pairing: Gen
Rating: PG
Word-count: 2,500+
Spoilers: Up to episode 7x15
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: written for spn_bigpretzel's fic meme prompt by mamapranayama
Prompt:"I don't care if Leviathans have infiltrated the luxury boat industry, Frank" Said Dean, but I care.
I want to see Sam and Dean on a cruise ship ... any boat really. Could be a gay cruise, a riverboat, or even a crossover with 'The Love Boat'. I'd just love to read about some seasickness, shuffleboarding, lounge singers, all-you can eat buffets, and anything else that floats your boat.
“Dude! There are eleven bars on the ship!” Dean’s exclamation is a little too loud for Sam’s liking, but Dean is not the first person who has shown excitement about this discovery in Sam’s proximity. There are many likeminded patrons strolling along the main deck of their cruise ship. Dean fits in just fine.
Frank has convinced them to go on a reconnaissance mission to the luxury boat industry to find out what Leviathans are up to. $699, Balcony: 7-Night Caribbean Cruise w/$150 Credit. Frank would make a great travel agent. Truth be told, said agent also forces his clients on a cruise ship with pre-purchased tickets, forged credit cards, and fake IDs. Sam suspects that Frank just thinks they need a vacation.
Once on board, Dean announces that he needs to do what he does best, getting information from the bar employees. Sam tries to grab him, but Dean is like a ninja when running to the bars. Sam must decide whether to chase after him, which would not look gay at all, or to let Dean be for the time being, and do a preliminary search of the ship for any useful hints. He chooses the latter option. At least one of them has to be a professional and do the job they are supposed to do.
Sam has not been on any cruise before. But he can’t find anything suspicious, just from a first-timer’s point of view, and years of hunting. Except for the massive buffet that is apparently offered five times a day, almost around the clock, there is nothing menacing lurking in the shadows. All of the cruise staff that Sam has encountered have been friendly and helpful, lacking the alien like facial expressions that he has seen on all Leviathans.
***
The buffet hall is where Dean finds Sam, after his glorious bar crawl. Dean already has a plate full of fried everything and a burger balanced artfully on the edge of the plate. He sits down and throws a doubtful look at Sam’s veggie plate. “You do still eat meat, or did you turn vegan?”
Sam retorts, “It’s called eating healthy, Dean. You should try it sometime. You’d probably have less heartburn.”
Dean waves his hand dismissively. “That’s why there’s Tums, dude.” He shoves a handful of fries into his mouth gleefully, munching contentedly and trying to talk around the food. “Found anything?”
Sam shakes his head. “Everything looks normal. But the ship is huge; I haven’t covered all the decks yet. Have you found any leads?”
Dean bites down on the burger and nods in approval. Sam perks up. “You’ve found something?”
Dean keeps nodding. “Great burger. Awesome.“ He takes another bite.
“Dean…”
“Nope, found nothing.” Dean’s answer comes quickly this time. Sam can’t help but think that Dean’s messing with him on purpose. But Dean looks so happy that Sam can’t find it in himself to get mad. He looks at Dean with an amused smile and shuffles around the food on his plate absentmindedly.
Dean polishes off his plate in under seven minutes and goes back for a second serving. He comes back huffing indignantly and almost slams down his plate. “There is no pie!”
“What?”
“No pie! They don’t have any pie! Can you believe it?”
“I’m sure they have cake.”
“What? Not again, Sam! How are pie and cake the same? You were lucky I was in a cast when you brought me back cake that one time.” Dean points an accusing finger at Sam.
“I know, Dean. Sorry, Dean.” Sam answers dutifully.
Dean is probably too drunk to notice the condescending tone that Sam is using. He attacks his plate full of fried food viciously and murmurs, “Next time we go cruising, I’m bringing my own pie and toaster oven.”
Dean is in the middle of his third serving when the entire dining hall rocks. Dean’s face goes green almost immediately. “What was that?”
Sam looks around. People are generally unconcerned and going about their own business. He makes an educated guess. “I think the ship has just set sail.”
Dean makes a face and clamps his hand in front of his mouth. He tries to get up. But the boat shudders again and he is thrown back in his seat. He looks completely panicked and like he’s about to throw up any minute.
“Oh crap!” Sam grabs the next waiter and asks, “Where is the closest restroom?”
They barely make it to the toilet that Dean is hugging with a vengeance right now. Sam stays with him in spite of the awful sound and smell, and the curses that Dean manages to grunt when he is not throwing up. Sam even holds Dean’s head so that Dean doesn’t choke on his own vomit. Sam is an awesome brother.
***
The help desk is less crowded late at night. That’s when Sam ventures out to get some motion sickness pills for Dean. Because they are on international water, he can get pills that are not even available in the US. Maybe he should get some more to stock up their medicine supply.
Instead of going back to the cabin immediately, Sam goes out to the open deck. He misses the days when he and Dean would sit together after a hunt and watch the stars. He finds a dark place and lays down on one of the lounging chairs. It’s so relaxing he almost falls to sleep. He is startled awake by someone hissing. “Careful with that stuff!”
Sam almost bolts up reflexively. But he manages to hold still. Something isn’t right.
Then he hears a second voice, much louder. “No worries. We have the suits on.” That voice is decidedly drunker.
“Keep your voice down!”
“There’s nobody here!”
“Shut up or I’ll tell the boss.”
That shuts up Drunken Voice. Then it’s absolutely quiet. Nobody is moving or talking. Sam holds still and resists the urge to turn and look around. Whoever the voices are, something is up and they are probably looking around to see whether they’ve been overheard. The dark place where Sam is lounging can protect him only so far.
Finally Hissing Voice says, “You’re lucky nobody’s around. Next time get drunk after work, alright?” It sounds like they start to move, thankfully away from Sam’s location.
Drunken Voice is obviously making an effort to keep his voice down, but it’s still louder than the first. “I hate this. Why do you think I get drunk before this? Makes it more bearable.”
Hissing Voice sighs. “I know. Cleaning decks sucks.”
Drunken Voice latches on to the sympathy. “Right? The suit sucks, too. Makes me all claustrophobic.”
Hissing Voice says, “Yeah, beats getting burned though. That cleaning stuff is nasty.”
“Why can’t we get some all-natural organic stuff to clean the deck?”
“Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how much that stuff costs?”
By now Sam is pretty sure he’s listening to two Leviathans talking while cleaning the deck using borax. He’s learned that Leviathans can get drunk and some of them enjoy getting drunk. He’s still not sure what they are doing on a cruise ship.
***
Dean loves the international motion sickness pill. It both completely rids him of his nauseousness, and leaves him slightly high. Now he gets a 12 beer buzz by consuming only 9. And he is always in a better mood. And the ladies just luuuve him!
Not even Sam’s news about Leviathans dampens Dean’s mood. So they know there’re Leviathans on the ship. So what? What can they do about it? Nothing really. They can try to find out more about what Leviathans want with a cruise ship. But what can they do if they find out their motives? It’s not like Sam and Dean can kill them all. In fact, they’d be lucky if the Leviathans don’t kill them. So why bother?
Sam’s not thrilled by Dean’s drunken longwinded speech. Yup, he is wearing that face that says he’s not thrilled at all. Dean doesn’t really care. He turns back to the classy blond, wait, the two classy blonds sitting next to him at the bar, and smiles his charming smile. They do look a bit similar. And they both have that partly shocked and partly disturbed look on their faces. And now Sam is dragging him away from them while hissing whatever in his ear.
Dean tries to get out of Sam’s grasp. But Sam is stronger than Dean when he needs to be. And Dean is too drunk to put up a real fight anyway.
Sam drags Dean all the way back to their cabin and slams the door shut. He lets go of Dean and Dean immediately goes to his bed, hugging his pillow and sighs contentedly. Then he hears Sam say, “From now on, you eat what I eat, drink what I drink. No more fried food, no more alcohol.”
Dean should protest. Sam’s not his boss even though he does like to boss around. But the bed is so comfy and Dean’s in no mood to start a fight. It’ll be fine. Everything will be fine.
***
It’s not fine and it’s not right that Sam still wins in close combat when Dean is less drunk. It’s definitely not fine that Sam ties Dean to the bedside table and just leaves him there at dinner time! Dean is pretty hungry, and pissed.
It all started harmlessly. Dean awakened from a nap. Sam repeated what he said before, that Dean was not allowed to eat what Dean wants, but must eat what Sam wants. How ridiculous was that? Dean pretended to listen and nod. Then Sam just attacked him! Out of nowhere!! Sam knocked him out. Dean woke up and was already tied to the table. Where did Sam find all the ropes? And what did Sam stuff into Dean’s mouth? Sam was trying to explain something with Leviathans and food poisoning. But Dean was beyond angry and couldn’t hear anything coherently or form any coherent thought. He needed his food! He could starve! He twisted and glared daggers. So Sam finally sighed and left.
Dean is exhausted and starts to cry. He is really, really hungry. And he really, really, really needs his food.
***
The cabin door opens and Sam comes in, carefully balancing a tray with plates, bowls and bottles. He closes the door quickly and puts the tray down on his bed, before turning to Dean with a concerned look. “Hey,” His voice is very soft. “What’s going on? Are you crying?”
Dean rolls his eyes. Yes, I’m crying, Mr. Obvious.
“Promise you won’t shout and I’ll take this out of your mouth.”
Dean sniffs and nods.
Sam looks like he’s trying very hard not to laugh. He pulls something out of Dean’s mouth. Dean stares at it. “Dude! Seriously?”
Sam’s holding a pair of underwear in his hand.
Sam looks at Dean sheepishly. “Hmm, it’s clean?” He offers hopefully.
“Whatever. I’m starving here.” Dean pulls at the rope which ties his wrists to the table.
Sam shakes his head. “Sorry man. Have to leave the ropes on till I’m sure you won’t bolt.”
Dean glares, tears welling up in his eyes.
“Awww,” Sam coos, “You’re adorable.”
“You’re dead!” Dean promises.
Sam feeds Dean half of the dinner and eats the other half. It’s almost nice, to share a dinner like that. Dean is in a better mood now that he isn’t hungry anymore. “Didn’t you eat the same stuff yesterday?”
Sam looks at him curiously. “Yeah. Didn’t think you noticed.”
“That stuff is disgusting. Couldn’t get it out of my mind if I tried.”
Sam smiles and shakes his head. A moment later he asks, “Dean, why did you cry?”
“I was hungry!”
“Don’t you think it’s odd that you cried like a baby?”
Dean is about to say something nasty in retort, then suddenly realizes that Sam is right. He doesn’t normally cry when he’s hungry. He doesn’t normally cry at all. Well there was that period of time when he just came back from hell and he couldn’t stop crying, but special behavior for special circumstances, yadda yadda yadda.
“And Dean? Why did you talk about Leviathans at the bar? In front of all the people?”
Well, because, because …, whatever. “Whatever. What’s with this new dominant streak of yours? If you wanna tie me down all you need is to ask.”
Sam sighs dramatically and doesn’t ask strange questions again.
***
Five days later, Dean understands.
Now they know that it takes approximately five days for the drug to wear off. It must be something similar to the turducken that the Leviathans have cooked up.
The ship, in the meantime, has become a real circus. People are drunk all the time. And people are so happy and contented it’s creepy. People are also very friendly and compliant.
Dean walks up to a middle-aged guy who is currently paying his drink, taps his shoulder and asks for his wallet. The guy looks puzzled at first, then gives his wallet to Dean with a smile. Dean throws a look at Sam, Sam scowls at him. Dean shrugs and goes through the wallet. He pockets the cash and returns the wallet to the stranger, who is happily sipping his umbrella drink and smiling at them. Dean returns a charming smile. Sam scowls some more, which Dean ignores.
“You can’t keep doing this!” Sam scolds.
“Why not, Sammy? What’s the difference between this and hustling pools?” Dean returns the third wallet to its owner and merrily carries on down the deck.
“You’re taking advantage…”
“So is hustling pool.”
“They’re not their normal selves!”
“So is hustling pool.”
“At least you use some skills to hustle pool.”
That gets Dean’s attention. He turns slowly to Sam and lifts a finger thoughtfully. “So… you are saying as long as I’m using my skills it’s alright?”
Sam rolls his eyes.
Dean laughs and claps Sam on the shoulder. “Lighten up, Sammy!” He waves the cash at Sam. “We’re gonna have a great time!”
***
They end up in the casino. Dean reasons since they missed their annual pilgrimage to Vegas together this year, they have to make up for it. The only thing that dampens the mood is that they can’t drink. It sucks, especially because everyone else around is pretty much drunk. There’s only a handful of other patrons who are not showing drunken behavior.
And the staff. The staff is not drunk at all.
When Sam points that out to Dean, Dean just mutters under his breath, “Figures. Leviathans don’t get drunk.”
Sam laughs and wants to tell Dean about how Leviathans actually can get drunk. But he will wait till there’s a smaller audience. And tonight, after whatever nightly entertainment Dean insists on attending, maybe he can persuade Dean to go out on the deck, maybe they can watch the stars.
~ fin ~