A.N.: So a couple things about 7x18. I love Garth, like really, I have a nerd crush on him. Dean drunk is ADORABLE, Sam and Dean drunk together was hilarious, BOBBY! Oh god, my heart can't take it. Anyway, here is a tiny itty bitty tag to the latest episode, hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Not mine or we would have seen more of Drunk Sam and Dean. Remember kids, don't drink and hunt. On second thought, don't hunt at all. :P
"Are you guys sure you don't need a ride?" Garth questions while pushing the unconscious body further into the car. "One of you could sit in the back as long as you don't mind the company." He tosses a goofy grin at the eldest Winchester.
Dean shakes his head and grabs a handful of his brothers' shirt for balance. "Nah, we're going to sober up and see what it says on that box thingy." He raises a hand in a dismissive wave and thinks better of it when he sees that one hand has somehow morphed into six.
Jesus, he's drunk.
Sam bobs his head and sways on his feet. "Yeah, you head back to the hotel. Dean and I," he pauses and Dean fervently prays that Sam will not choose this moment to rain down slop on his head.
He swallows. "We'll meet you there later."
"Okay," Garth replies tossing over his shoulder. "Adios amigos!"
Dean smiles at the car as it saunters away, its gait similar to the comical hunter behind the wheel.
"You know," he starts noticing his brother is fumbling with his cell phone. "I like him."
"Shit." He grumbles.
"What are you doing?"
"Calling a cab."
Dean stares at him for a moment as if trying to decipher the language Sam has just spoken.
"Cab? Right!" he yells, slapping his brother on the back. "Cab is a good idea."
Sam lurches forwards with the force of Dean's hand. "Oh God." He moans.
"Sorry Sammy," Dean states grabbing onto his jacket and hauling him back to his feet.
Sam clutches the phone closer and grumbles. "Please send a cab."
By the time both of them have loaded up into the back of the faded yellow taxi Dean is coming down from drunk and sitting happily on buzzed.
Sam looks like he is in the same situation as he drums his fingers up against the side of the door, a soft smile playing at his lips.
"You know man; I meant what I said earlier,"
His younger brothers head swivels around towards him. "What?"
"I miss these talks, you know? When we would talk about stuff and you would…when you were my brother." He admits with a smothered chuckle.
"What are you talking about Dean?" Sam clasps a hand around his shoulder and Dean thinks it might just be the alcohol talking, but it feels good, it's comforting. "I'm still your brother. I'll always be your brother."
"Yeah," he replies. "I know. You just got…" he breaks off squinting at him. "Bigger."
"What?"
"Like really, really bigger. Like bigger than a little brother has the right to be."
Sam laughs the sound completely carefree. "Are you pouting Dean?"
"No." But he totally is.
"You're always going to be my big brother Dean." The taxi hits a bump and he chokes back the contents of his stomach. "Always. And I'll always be,"
"Sammy?" Dean supplies.
"Yeah Dean, I'll always be Sammy."
They share a fond smile as Dean leans his head back on the pleather seats of the cab.
Later when the alcohol has worn off they will be back to being guarded and closed off, sharing affection through frustrated grumbles and worried glances, but not right now.
Right now things are lighter than they have been in ages and Dean chances a hushed 'Bitch', ecstatic when his brother automatically throws back 'Jerk.'
The taxi driver grimaces against the sickening amount of love pouring from the back seat as he leans in to crank up his music and tries to drown out the reminiscing of the two men.