Tequila Talkin'

by moviemom44

E/O Drabble Challenge. PULL. What we have here...is a failure to communicate. Well, more like an epic struggle to get the point across. Dean's blaming the booze...and hoping Sam won't remember in the morning. NO slash. NO Wincest. No spoilers.

Author's Note: I watched 'Playthings' (S2.11) the other day and I just love drunk!Sam ("You're bossy…and short!" giggle ), which probably explains the following…sort of. No spoilers, probably set sometime in Seasons 2 through 4. Happy Birthday, Sunshine!

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Tequila Talkin'

by

Moviemom44

"M'sorry, Dee-een." Sam's tongue struggled to keep up with his tequila-tainted brain.

"Apologizing in advance for the pukin' you're gonna do later? No worries. I'm gonna make you clean it up," Dean answered, grinning.

"Not…that. 'Bout me…crossabear. Naffai-air."

Dean rolled his eyes. The only thing worse than an incoherent drunk—

Sob

-was a crying incoherent drunk.

"Cross-a-who?" Dean leaned in to better interpret Sam's tearful gibberish.

"Me! Yer…cross…t'bear." One long arm roped Dean's shoulders, pulling him into a clumsy hug. "M'sorry."

"You're nobody's cross, Sasquatch," Dean murmured, patting his back. "Now pass out already. Then maybe you won't hurl."

~the end~