The pink he could see right now was rather irritating. He tried to cover it with his arms, but was, as Dean had so gently put it, wasted, and couldn't believe his arm muscles would thank him much if he used them this early in the morning.
''Cas. Hey, Cas.'' A voice called out to him.
It was muffled, distortioned, the sort of voice he would expect from a demon-induced illusion, but he was going to stop thinking now, it made his temples pulse very, very loudly.
''Cas, listen to me.'' The foreign voice insisted irritably. Castiel wondered if it was the little green man from the Flintstones or some other annoying side-character in a silly show the boys watchedwhen there was nothing else to watch. ''Caaaaaaas. Cas Cas Cas. -''
''Stopit.'' The everely drunken angel growled , partially turning away from the constant sounds.
''-.''
The hissing ringed in Castiel's ears for what seemed like an eternity, but he was glad the noise had stopped. He felt calmer with the silence, and something had taken mercy on him and was covering the hurt-inducing light.
A jovial chuckle came from the shadow covering the sun, Castiel guessed, and suddenly whoever it was tapped him on the cheek and sighed happily. It made his brow furrow and his left arm swat away the hand, albeit slowly. Castiel honestly didn't feel threatened, his 'angel mojo' would (hopefully) still be functional, though his mind was now pounding. He felt warm breath near his face, making a shiver ran up his spine, his hairs standing on end.
''Wake up, sleepy head.'' Whoever it was was cooing, like Castiel was some sort of child. He would feel mildly insulted if he wasn't so preoccupied in remembering how to stop being drunk. Somehow. ''Man, I never thought I'd see you like this, Cassie.'' Another rattling and gleeful chuckle ran though the air, though this time quieter.
Castiel stretched his hands and arms in the eagle-spread he was in and slowly sat up, a hand holding his head and another to his side, holding him as steady as he could. He squinted an eye open and observed his surroundings, pleased to see he was in the motel he had booked to sleep in the previous day. Currently, he was half-laying in the doorway of the green and blue mosaic bathroom and the fuzzy wet-dog brown carpet of the main room.
''Where's your trench coat? Did you get so drunk you lost it?'' The warm, happy voice appeared again, to Castiel's side. It was obviously poking fun, but it did sound curious. ''Kinda kinky, if you ask me.'' It added in an after thought, chuckling again to himself.
Tired and pained blue eyes slid from the dull room to the brighter bathroom, slowly observing the intruder. He couldn't believe it. He must be hallucinating from the alcohol or something, he didn't know. Human beverages made you see things, right?
I'd love some feedback? Flames are appreciated as well, obviously. Beggars can't be choosers.
I'm open to criticism and such, and I'd love if my incoherences be corrected, if I have any.
And yes, I has me some afterdrunken!Castiel, thought I don't really have a thing for drunk!Cas, though I do like him grumpy. I'll try not to make him too grumpy though.
I have a basic idea of where this is going, and I'll really try not to turn the gay smex dial up (if I do, not too much), though if anyone want man on man, I'd totally abide in an off-shoot one-shot XD Or just a one-shot, really. I like supernatural men too much to not love writing about them 3