Sammy the Nerdy Drunk
The bar is pretty crowded—it's a nice night weather-wise, so everyone's out to have a good time.
Dean watches Sam, his phone discreetly pointed in the direction of his brother's table. Sam doesn't often let his hair down, metaphorically speaking, but when he does Dean prefers to watch from a safe distance and record events for the purposes of future blackmail and amusement.
Sam's sat at a relatively quiet, secluded table, Castiel standing awkwardly beside him like a bodyguard. Occasionally Castiel throws a desperate, pleading look at Dean, who unhelpfully just keeps giving him a thumbs-up and a winning smile.
"D'you know what's missing from the periodic table?" Sam asks, voice slurring slightly. He squints up at Castiel.
Castiel surveys the sea of empty beer bottles on the table as Sam lists from side-to-side like a boat. "No," he says eventually.
Sam leans closer to Castiel as if he's about to divulge some great secret. "Mustard," he informs seriously, holds it for a few seconds before he snorts and starts to laugh as if it's the funniest thing he's ever heard. He looks confused when he goes to take another drink from his beer bottle and it's empty. He suddenly twists his body in Castiel's direction, almost falling off the stool in the process, and points at Castiel seriously. "But you can't tell anyone," he says, and manages to look Castiel in the eye, imploring him to understand. "Tell no one about the mustard. It's a secret."
"Okay," Castiel promises with a nod.
Sam blinks heavily. "Mum's the word," he insists, giggles. "The word is mom... it should be 'mom' cos my mom's really quiet all the time," he says matter-of-factly.
Castiel winces at the sudden turn in the monologue and looks at Dean. He's staring into his beer, expression unreadable. Sam unexpectedly flings one arm over Castiel's shoulders, declares to Castiel loud enough to be heard over the din of music and enthusiastic conversation, "I love you, Cas!" and promptly collapses onto the table with a loud thump, knocking a few empty bottles off the table. He starts snoring deeply.
Dean appears at the table, and Castiel is unsurprised to see his mouth set into a thin line for half a second before he grins at his little brother.
"Even when he's drunk he's such a nerd," Dean says, shaking his head and ruffling the sleeping Sam's hair.
THE END