Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognisable. Supernatural is property of Kripke and Co.
Author's Note : Well, it just turned into my birthday and how do I celebrate? I post some more Sassy. Ahh. Sassy owns my heart right now (even if Sammifer owns my soul). I really hope you like it, please review on the way out!
"Urgh," Sam openeed one bleary eye, head pounding and mouth bitter. "...Guys?"
The legs tangled with his shifted. A strangled groan came from the other side of the room and Sam relaxed slightly. At least Dean was safe.
That didn't quite explain who it was curled up against Sam though.
"Nyuh?" Sam mumbled in confusion, feeling nauseous when he raised his head to see whose body his limbs had tangled themselves around. Unfocused blue eyes glared up at him. "Cas?"
The angel growled in protest at Sam's too loud voice.
"Cas, you up there?" Dean's voice called from the floor near the cheap sofa. Castiel dipped his head lower under the duvet to escape the sound. "Thought we lost you after the purple nurples."
Sam, who always thought Dean was far too vocal after a night out drinking, weakly launched a pillow in his brother's direction. Dean stumbled to his feet in an attempt to retaliate, but the sudden transition from horizontal to vertical was too much for his hungover state and he ended up racing to the bathroom instead.
Sam tried to wet his cracked lips with his tongue clumsily, but was only successful in waking a dry, dehydrated feeling in the back of his throat. He carefully rolled as far onto his back as he could, but one of his legs was pinned underneath Castiel's weight. He tried to pull it free as gentley as possible.
"No," Castiel protested firmly from under the bedcovers.
"Need a drink..." Sam managed, his voice rough and gravelly.
"No." The angel repeated, resurfacing to curl his fingers in Sam's shirt fabric and tugging so they were pressed together again. Castiel hid his face in Sam's chest.
Sam listened to the sound of Dean throwing up in the bathroom, felt his leg going numb and tried to ignore the sandpaper feel of his throat. Castiel murmured something into his chest and shuffled closer.
After a moment of deliberation Sam let one arm fall back over the angel and buried his nose in soft, dark hair.
Well...it wasn't the worst hangover he'd ever had...