"you know Sammy, if you keep using those mind powers and shit, your gonna get brain cancer" said Dean as he looked up from polishing an already finely polished gun. He'd been meticulously working a rag over that gun for an hour now, trying to stop thinking about his brother and his imminent damnation.
Sam rolled his eyes and continued watching t.v. He was watching Friday the 13th, and one of the guys looked a lot like him. gave him the creeps, but he couldnt stop watching. Hoping that his look alike would die. 'there can only be one...' he thought to himself.
Dean was about to blow his brother off and head to a nearby bar when he heard Sam let out a loud squeel. Dean whipped his head back up in surprise gun loaded and allredy aimed.
Sitting on Sam's lap was Castiel, an oddly bewildered expression on his face.
Sam swallowed hard and blinked a couple times to recover from the shock before asking "uh..dude?" Sam winced "your crushing my balls dude!"
Castiel stared intensely into Sam's eyes before answering "i apologize for crushing your balls, I seem to be having some troubles with my trajectory" When Castiel made no effort to move from Sam's lap both brother's gave questioning glances to one another.
Castiel sighed heavily and hopped down on the carpet, losing his footing and almost landing on his ass. Dean jumped up to Castiels aid without a second thought, earning an annoyed grunt from his brother.
"Hey..Cas? Your acting really strange. whats up?"
Castiel looked at Dean sheepishly and replied "I tried that disgusting, vile liquid you humans like to call alcohol. I don't feel like myself"
Sam and Dean simultaneously raised their eyebrows in surprise and glanced at each other before looking back to Castiel, who was now trying to perch himself on the edge of the coffee table. Not very elegantly.
"Ahem" Dean cleared his throat, for the sake of bringing Castiels attention from the table to him. But Sam Interrupted "SO why on earth would an angel, do such a thing?"
Hanging his head and staring at the floor Castiel replied. "Uriel said that it was the best thing on earth, and that it would cheer me up. I have never even drank water before..let alone...THAT. It was terrible..even my eyes burned. I believe that Uriel may have purposefully tricked me."
Dean let out a big loud obnoxious laugh and doubled over with the effort. His laughter was contagious and soon Sam was laughing his ass off too. Leaving Castiel completely lost and starting fall deeper into a drunken stupor.
Taking a deep breath and flopping down on the couch, Dean reached his hand under Sams ass to retrieve the remote and turn down the movie. Dulling down the high pitched screams some half naked chick was making for the camera.
Normally dean would be more interested, but this whole Castiel situation was just too much to ignore.
As if on cue, Castiel giggled slightly, covering his mouth instantly with a look of shock on his face. "This is very strange" stated Castiel through his hands "i am thinking clearly, but my vessel is not communicating or functioning like it should."
Sam laughed and placed a giant hand on Castiels shoulder. "It's okay man, if it's freaking you out so much, you can just sleep it off. it'll be over by morning"
Castiel made his big puppy eyes and Dean stepped in and said " dude no way, he's not acting like a stuck up machine for once!! lets have some fun with him!!!"
Sam pulled the bitch face, clearly disapproving of taking advantage of an angel. Though it didn't seem to matter, Castiel was already passed out on his back across the coffee table.
Dean took this as an opportunity and slid his hand back under Sams ass and squeeze hard. Sams little yelp of shock only encouraged him to do it again. Dean grinned and whispered "So Samantha..you ready for bed..?"
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Next morning:
Sam was out at the grocery store buying some breakfast. It was his turn since he was up early this time, and he'd be damned if he was eating McDonalds again.
He didn't sleep very well that night, and well Castiel woke up at an inconvenient time, and started rambling about his angel problems...leaving Sam hard and dean content and sleeping. 'Jerk' Sam thought to himself bitterly as he picked through a bunch of apples.
That's when he felt it, like the world was spinning out of focus and it was hard stand without swaying. His brow broke out in a cold sweat and he had to grab onto the fuit stand for support.
After wearily paying for his food at the cash register, he stumbled out the door and flopped into the impala. He put the keys in the ignition, but paused. 'this isnt agood idea' he though to himself and took out his phone.
Dean answered it after about 50 rings.
"Mmvhatt?" dean mumbled into the phone. Sam sighed like usual and pinched the bridge of his nose trying to focus.
"Dude it's me Sam...i don't feel so good man. I took the impala to get some breakfast, but i don't think i can drive it back."
"Don't be such a fucking princess Sammy, a lil' sickness isnt gonna keell you." Dean grumbled, still half asleep.
"Dean i allmost passed out in there, and i think i'm gonna do it again...can you come get me?"
"Your shitting me right? I'm not your babysitter. you can walk home. Wont take you very long with those big feet of yours right?"
"Dean are you even listning to yourself? You want to leave the impala in a random parking lot? and fuck man, my head hurts so fucking bad right now i could scream."
Dean groaned "fine, where are you?"
Sam gave Dean directions and hung up the phone, Leaning his head back and trying to sleep off the pain until his brother came for him. Dean just put the phone on the bedside table and rolled over. Falling back into a nice deep sleep.
---will update soon.