IF THERE IS A KEY, THEN THERE MUST BE A LOCK …

WOW: scratch. Dean's had a heavy night out, but his problems begin long before the hangover kicks in. A story in four separate 100-word drabbles because drunken, icky Dean is sooooo much fun to write!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I still don't own him!

Chapter 1

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Dean's head swam nauseously, and his eyes felt like scratchy balls of fire as he leaned woozily against the brothers' motel room door, trying manfully to unlock it with a key that seemed to have taken on a life of its own.

Glancing at his watch, he sighed. He could barely focus his heavy-lidded eyes even to see his arm, never mind the tiny glowing numbers on his watch face; it was an act of utter futility.

All he knew was that it was friggin' ass o'clock in the morning, and he really, really shouldn't have had that last drink.

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tbc