A celebration with beer. Hunters getting hammered ((closed RP, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Bobby))

[junkyard_hunter]

“Hey Bobby,” Sam said with a grin, the first to show. He clapped the hunter on the shoulder, happy to see him out again. He also had a few causes to celebrate; Death’s promise to intervene and keep him and Adam out of the cage, and a lovely blonde girl by the name of Sookie Stackhouse. “Where’s everyone else?”

“You know you brother, he’s always

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[i_shot_a_dick]

Dean was a few moments behind Sam, he walked in with a cocky grin. Things were going good, Sam hadn't went to Crowley. Dean had gotten out of that house and his best friend and brother both had found girls they were interested in. Bobby was back out and about and the few times he had seen his dad and Adam together the two seemed to be getting along. For once, life was good and Dean Winchester was going to enjoy it.

"What you two ladies yakkin' about? he cracked as he stepped up to a chair and pulled it out. Once he'd flopped down in to the seat Dean reached out and snagged a beer to crack it open.

"Where the hell is Cas?" Dean was excited to sit around with the other three, not that he would say it, but after all they had been through with only each other at the end of it, these four men were truly a family.

[nerdofthelord]

Castiel came in a short time later, smiling when he caught sight of his friends. It had been some time since he and the hunters had all gathered without the inclusion of female company. He had absolutely no complaints about the past few weeks largely spent exploring the intricacies of his first love affair, but he was starting to miss the sense of camaraderie that seemed unique to Team Free Will.

Bobby looked to have recovered from the hurt that Death had unintentionally inflicted, Dean was relaxed and apparently none the worse for his sojourn in Hat Shore, and Sam hadn't looked happier in all the time the angel had known him. It promised to be a good night.

"Hello," he said on the heels of Dean's question, walking up to join them.

[hunter_returns]

“Just wonderin’ where your slow ass was boy,” Bobby cracked. “And tryin to figure out why Stretch here,” he kicked Sam’s feet off the table, “has been grinnin ear to ear like a damned idiot for the last few days.”

The old hunter hadn’t felt this good in a long time. The boys were safe, whole, and for once they weren’t having drinks while trying to kill some horrible monster or try and save the world. Tonight, it was just family and that was mighty fine with him.

“Hey!” Sam could only muster a half-hearted protest. “Like I said, I’ve had good reason to be happy. Isn’t that good enough? Sookie’s.. nice.”

[i_shot_a_dick]

"That's cause Sam's gettin' some from a hot blonde chick." Dean grinned wider as he put his own little spin on his brother's happiness, couldn't be too soft on the outside after all, he had his reputation to think of.

"Took you long enough." He looked up at the angel as he stepped up to the table "Now which one of you am I whippin' in pool first?" Dean took a long swig out of the beer.

He flashed his brother a grin, he figured Sam would jump at his offer first "Or, we can play me and Sammy versus you and Cas, make it a friendly wager?"

Castiel and Death

[endlessgoth]

It wasn't easy for Death to find her way back to her realm without her sigil. Which isn't to say that it was impossible; it was simply a little trickier for her to negotiate the trip, especially around the powerful magic that warded the entire school. The additional power housed in her sigil would have made the attempt easier, but she saw no reason to disturb Castiel or the Winchesters for the evening to retrieve it. Other powerful entities had negotiated ways to Hogwarts and back, so it was only a matter of time before she managed the same

Re: Castiel and Death

[nerdofthelord]

Firewhiskey. It had to be. Cas had known from the beginning the stuff was potent. He just hadn't realized it was concentrated liquid evil.His head had started to hurt when Dean ran into him, had only gotten worse as he'd retched up what felt like everything he'd ingested since he arrived at Hogwarts, and now the pain was so severe it had him completely immobilized and wishing his skull would just split open and get it over with

[endlessgoth]

She felt her heart sink at Castiel’s pitiable state and quickly closed the door behind her, dousing the lights a moment later. “Oh guys."

Death crossed the floor to sit on the edge of the bed. The less than pleasant smell told gave her at least some idea of what was wrong. It didn’t explain everything, or the frantic nature of Sam’s note, but first she had to make sure he was all right. The rest would have to wait. "Why didn't you call me?" she asked her voice thick with worry.

While she had never been drunk herself, time spent around more experienced souls like John Constantine and Hob Gadling gave her at least an idea of what she needed to do. Rather than summon a house elf, she focused her power and manifested a small glass of water. Her fingertips were cool and gentle on his forehead, “Can you sit up a little? Your vessel’s dehydrated, Jimmy needs some water.”

[nerdofthelord]

"I know. I tried. Head hurts," he muttered, but he gathered himself and propped up on one elbow with an effort, hoping he could manage that much without--

It was a good thing his stomach was already empty. He clapped a hand to his mouth and gagged, waiting several long, intensely distressing moments before the nausea and the accompanying spike of pain receded enough that he could try a few small, cautious swallows. The water did seem to help a little almost immediately, but he couldn't handle much at a time and soon put a hand over the glass, sinking back onto the bed with a groan.

"Thanks. Too much firewhiskey," he said by way of explanation. "And Dean--he's so angry with me." The aftereffects of the liquor meant nothing. He'd shake them off soon enough, but the damage he feared he had done to the friendship he valued most could take a long time to heal.

Attack of the Killer Hangovers (rethread!)

[hunter_returns]

Sam woke up with a grimace and a strangled groan. His head was pounding, his stomach roiling.. the fuck did they do the night before? He lay on the couch, his eyes screwed shut against the light and remembered the fight and what Cas admitted

[nerdofthelord]

Cas was still deepy asleep when the knock sounded, and though he was dimly aware of that and the voices, it took him several minutes to connect the sounds with the likelihood that he should wake up and investigate. Once he had, he turned slowly onto his back with a grimace, rubbing his face.

The splitting headache had subsided to a dull, nagging throb at the back of his skull, and his stomach seemed inclined to behave itself, though the ordeal had left a nasty taste in his mouth and a general fuzziness that would probably take some time to shake.

"'lo Sam," he muttered, voice gravelly. "I'll get up, gimme a minute..." All right, maybe a few minutes.

[hunter_returns]

Sam smiled wanly at Cas, “Take your time, man.” He sat down, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. Shaking off a hangover always took him a few hours and this one was shaping up to be a doozy. But he had survived far worse hangovers, this one would be no different. The fact that Cas’s room was cool and dark helped immensely. His eyes slipped shut and he waited, hoping that the room would stop swimming before Cas got up and they talked.

Death manifested full glasses of water for them both, passing one over to Sam, leaving the other on the bedside table for Castiel. She leaned over and kissed his forehead. “I’ll be outside, call if you need me,” she murmured.

[nerdofthelord]

He smiled his thanks and levered himself slowly upright as she exited, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head cradled in his hands for a minute or two before dropping them and looking up. "Are you all right?" he asked, reaching for the water glass. Sam looked like he felt.