A/N: Hello readers! This has been jumping around my brain ever since I read a bunch of prompts on this tumblr called "Supernatural Imagines" and I sat down and got it mostly out. There's probably gonna be another chapter involving Dean, so check back tomorrow or Friday and I should be done with it by now.

You stumble up to the bar and wave your arm at the bartender. "Heeeey!" you yell at him. "Cutie with the booty! Can I get a beer over here?!"

The man at the other end of the bar looks at you and sighs before heading over. "You sure? Cause it looks like you're not exactly steady on your feet."

"Naaah, I'm fine. Gimme another. And one for yourself, hot stuff." You lean forward onto your arms and try to wink, but it comes across more as a spastic blink. The bartender sighs again and turns around to grab a beer behind the bar. "Ahhh, there's the booty."

You feel a hand grab your shoulder and you jerk your head around to see Dean with a concerned look on his face. "Y/N, I think you've had enough for tonight."

"No, I feel fine! My buddy the hot bartender is gonna get me another beer," you answer with enthusiasm as you reach out for the beer the bartender is holding. Dean reaches over you and nabs the beer from the guy and holds it out of reach.

"Sorry, I'll pay for this," he says as he passes the bartender some money. "And here's a tip for dealing with her drunk horny ass."

The bartender takes the money and nods at Dean. "It's alright. At least she's hot. You should see some of the people that hit on me in here."

Dean laughs as he grabs your arm and pulls you back to the booth where Sam is sitting, giving him the beer he just paid for. "Alright Sammy, I think it's time we take lightweight home."

"I am NOT a flightweight."

"I think you mean lightweight, sweet cheeks."

"What. Ever."

The three of you make your way outside and Dean stops just outside the door. "Alright. Gigantor, you take can't-hold-her-liquor and I'll go pull around the car." Sam puts his arm around your waist as Dean walks off to find the Impala. "OK, Y/N, let's try to avoid falling on your face this time."

You flip Dean off as he walks away and Sam laughs. You suddenly look up at your friend and blurt out, "You're really tall, Sammy."

Sam smiles, while clearly trying to keep from laughing. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"I only come up to your armpit. It's frustrating."

Sam looks away, barely holding in a laugh. "I bet it is."

"I hate being so short," you say, hiding your face in his side.

"Well I think your height's adorable."

You pull your face away and look up at him. "Really?"

Sam looks down at you with those puppy dog eyes and smiles. "Really. You're adorable, and you're hilarious, and you're smart, and you're my best friend, Y/N."

"Awwww, Sammy." You pull on his collar and bring his face down to yours, lips meeting in a short peck. "You're my best friend, too. Well maybe tied with your older brother. When he's not being an asshole."

Sam blushes but still laughs. "Thanks, Y/N. Then as your best friend, let me tell you: you really need a mint or to brush your teeth or something."

"Psh, my breath smells like a spearmint elf's burps."

"Yeah, maybe after chugging a bottle of tequila."

At that moment, the Impala pulls up. Dean leans out of the driver's window and calls, "Let's head out before Jackie Daniels keels over."

"Dean!" you cheer happily. "Am I your best friend?"

Dean raises an eyebrow and looks past you to his brother. "I don't even wanna know. Let's head back."

Sam opens the back and helps you in. By the time he shuts the door, you are already laying across the entire seat, snoring softly.