Prompts: drunk, comfort.
Pairing: Castiel/Original Female Character
Tags: OFC, double-drabble, prompt fic, implied relationship.
He's face to the floor drunk when he comes knocking on her door; and she answers it because it's the usual routine. He stumbles in and she scrunches up her nose— he reeks of alcohol and cigarette smoke. His words are slurred, but she catches 'god' in there. His tone is frustrated, distant, and hurt— blue eyes are a stormy haze of confusion.
Castiel barely makes it to the bed, collapsing onto the mattress with a heavy thud— the springs squeak with the sudden weight. She picks up a wastebasket and places it on his side of the bed— better safe than sorry. There's a moment of hesitation; when she's just lingering at the edge of the bed— watching, listening.
As she slips under the blankets of her side, he turns his head to stare— a sullen, defeated look. She doesn't say anything— her sympathetic stare speaks for itself. He manages the strength to lay his arm across her bare abdomen, and pulls her just a bit closer. His head finds her shoulder, lips brushing like feathers against her cheek. It's difficult to understand his words— between the slurring and the whispers.
But she's pretty sure he said;
"Thank you."