A man's true character comes out when he's drunk.

[to_rebel]

Who: Dean (i_shot_a_dick) and Castiel (to_rebel)
What: Drinking. That's... it, really.
Where: Casa Winchester
When: April 30th, afternoon
Rating: Is there a rating for copious amounts of alcohol? There's gonna be language -- maybe even from both parties this time.
Status: Ongoing.

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[i_shot_a_dick]

If any one's hands were going to be cut picking up these pieces, it was the man who came through the door a few moments after Castiel refilled those shot glasses. For once, things were okay around here, he wasn't holding his breath, because he knew it wouldn't last long. But he was trying to take advantage of it, while he could.

Dean dropped his leather jacket and pack on the couch "Hey, where you douche bags at?" He called out as he walked through the living room.

He stepped through the door way in to the kitchen, an eyebrow raised as his eyes took in not only the look on the angel's face, but the obvious drunk he was trying to tie on.

"Heh, gotta enough to spare or is this a bring your own booze party?"

[to_rebel]

Castiel looked up at the call, sighing once before Dean stepped into the kitchen. He liked Dean, he really did. The man was one of the few people he actually trusted more than marginally.

But right now? Castiel just wanted to get nice and drunk in peace. Far be it from him, though, to ever deny Dean company -- or alcohol. In answer, and without looking up at the man, Castiel took one full glass from the end of the line -- the left side, if it mattered -- and set it at the place across from him. Have a seat, Dean.

[i_shot_a_dick]

Dean settled in to the seat and took the shot, he hadn't yet noticed the whole left thing. But he was watching Cas closely enough it wouldn't be long before he took note.

"What's the occasion?" The hunter slammed his shot back easily and sat it down. What ever it was, Dean had to think that it might be kind of big.

After all, that many shot glasses for one lone round all to yourself, what ever was eating at a person who did that, it was guaranteed to be some thing big. Especially, Dean thought to himself, when that some one was Cas.

[to_rebel]

"The occasion," Castiel said solemnly as he picked up the bottle and refilled Dean's glass, "is that I am a..." Here he paused. It wasn't that he really had trouble recalling the words so much as he didn't like admitting that Bobby was right. "A sanctimonious son of a bitch." He shrugged and set the bottle aside. "Or I was