It was dusk when Dean finally crashed into his motel.
"Woooooooo" he moaned as he stepped onto the threshold of the room. He had forgotten that Sam wasn't there. He was off on some were-wolf thing to help Garth.
Vaguely bummed, Dean shut the door behind him and sat on his bed. He had just beheaded three vampires only a couple of hours before, and his body ached, but the few beers he had had on the drive home had made the broken ribs mere bruises.
He looked around the room for something to do. Too early to sleep, too late to go for a drive. He glanced at Sam's suitcase. It contained all of his things, most of which is clothes. Dean felt a pang of guilt, as he did whenever he thought of how Sam could have been a lawyer by now.
Dean continued looking until his eyes rested on a bottle of wine in ice that sat on his bedside table. Still jumpy from the vampires, Dean leapt to his feet, reached to the back of his pants and grabbed his gun. He held it low as he scanned the room. He half jogged over to the bathroom only to see it empty. He even checked under the beds before he finally relaxed. He threw his gun on Sam's bed and sat on his own as he surveyed the bottle. There was a purple note pinned to the cork, and the label shimmered golden.
He pulled it out of the ice and read the label. It read:
T. Elise
Rick Sauvignon
Stir, Swirl, Spin
Since 1803
It seemed to be a quite expensive wine actually. Dean wasn't much for wine. But hey, free booze is free booze. Dean spun the bottle in his hand then pulled of the purple paper. He unfolded it and written in beautiful cursive, it said:
Thankyou for helping me out earlier.
I really owe you one. This one's on me.
G.
Dean assumed that this meant the bottle was from one of the group that Dean released from the vampire nest. They were keeping them stored. One vamp even said they were starting a "Farm".
Dean weighed the bottled in his hand and smiled. Then frowned. There was something missing.
"Cas?" he half yelled, "You there? I need you."
There was a silence and Dean moaned. "of course he's busy…"
There was a flutter behind Dean and he spun around. Castiel was standing beside the door surveying the room. "What is it Dean? Is it an emergency?" he croaked.
"Oh, haha, no dude, I just don't want to drink alone." he smiled at Cas and raised the bottle.
Cas moved from where he was standing and took the bottle from Dean's hand. He barely lanced at it before turning to give Dean a disappointed expression. "Dean, I'm very busy trying to find some rogue angels."
"I know, but it wont take long and I don't want to drink alone." he gave a hopeful half smile.
"Where's Sam?" asked Cas.
"Oh, he's off with Garth saving the world or something."
Cas just stood there, looking at Dean, almost pouting. "C'mon, it wont be long" Dean said, as he walked to a cupboard and produced two plastic cups. He then proceeded to open the bottle and fill the cups.
"Dean, I…"
"Cas, it'll only take an hour." Dean interrupted as he pushed the cup into Cas' hand. Cas only frowned at Dean. "Only an hour," he repeated and Cas' frown turned into a smirk.
"Okay" he agreed, and they raised their glasses and took their first sip together. The first of many.