Hello and welcome to my first (and slightly AU-ish) Supernatural-fanfic! Without further ado:
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Veisalgia
"Wow, alcohol really doesn't agree with you," Dean remarked as he leant against the bathroom doorframe.
Castiel looked up from the floor where he was sitting. His eyes were distant and his face was pale as a sheet, making the angel look beaten down and miserable. He didn't say anything and soon turned his gaze away.
"Oh c'mon Cas," Dean said, taking a few steps forward.
"The first few times are hard, but you'll learn when to stop so this doesn't happen".
"I am never drinking again," Castiel said with a shaky voice, causing Dean to break out in laughter.
"This is not funny," Castiel remarked coldly, giving Dean an icy stare.
"It is a bit funny," Dean replied, sitting down on the floor beside the angel.
"But hey, I understand you. When I was in your position, it wasn't the least bit funny".
The expression on Castiel's face softened for a second, but then the previous night decided to give the poor angel a very unpleasant reminder of itself. Dean placed a hand on Castiel's shoulder.
"I know you don't feel like that now, but I promise this will pass and you'll be good as new".
Castiel let out a small chuckle before having to bend over the toilet again.
"There there," Dean gently patted the angel's back.
"Let's get you some water," he continued, got up from the floor and went to get a glass of water, and soon returned to the bathroom with it.
"Here you go," he said while handing it to Castiel. "Drink it, slowly".
Castiel took it with a nod and brought the glass to his lips. He casted a look at Dean and took a sip from the glass.
"I don't feel any better," he said slowly while handing the glass back to Dean.
"You're not supposed to," Dean chuckled as he sat back down to the floor.
"Not after just one gulp anyway. It's just water, not some miracle potion. And speaking of miracles," he turned to look at Castiel, "Shouldn't you be able to fix yourself with your powers or something?"
Castiel shot a murdering glance towards Dean, who then lifted up his hands as a sign of not wanting any trouble.
"Sorry".
Castiel coughed. "Forgiven. But don't you think I'd do it if I could?"
"So, why can't you?"
And as Dean remembered the response he had gotten to his previous question, he quickly added: "If you don't mind me asking".
The angel chuckled hoarsely. "I feel too weak".
"Vicious circle, truly," Dean nodded his head, holding back a laugh.
"It's not funny, Dean," Castiel hissed.
"A powerful being like you can't cure himself because he's too hung over? I'm sorry, it is funny," Dean replied.
"It's only because of this human vessel," Castiel remarked.
"He doesn't handle alcohol very well".
"What? Are you saying that if it was just… you, you wouldn't get hangovers?" Dean asked with a laugh.
"I could easily 'drink you under the table', as I believe the expression goes," replied Castiel with a bit of a shrug.
"…Yeah, I don't think so," Dean remarked.
"And I'll prove you wrong," Castiel grinned, but before he could finish that sentence, he had to bend over the toilet to empty his stomach once again.
"Okay, Mr. 'I'll-never-drink-again'," Dean smirked, patting the angel on the back.
"Let's just get you out of this hangover first".