AN: So yeah, it's online party night with Zeppx! Candy plus booze plus energy drinks equal WHOOOOOOOOOO! Note- these things happen while we're over 2,000 miles away from each other and soon we shall be only 5 hours apart. Our shenanigans shall increase a hundred fold. She gave me the prompts cream soda and a laundry explosion since I'm in too odd a mood to make a proper drunk drabble. (seriously, I was writing some very disturbing things earlier today- well, yesterday now I guess, lol) Anyways, here's this!

"Sam, why are all our clothes in a pile in the middle of the floor?" Dean asked his brother as they entered the room from going out to buy some cream sodas.

"Don't look at me." The younger sibling told him as he went over and sat down in front of his computer, opening one of the sodas which promptly fizzed everywhere, "Shit!"

"Fail!" Chortled Dean as he made his way towards his bed. As he past the pile of clothes, a form burst forth from the lump, causing an explosion of laundry.

"Rawr!" The figure's gruff voice growled. Dean jumped, causing his soda to spill down his shirt and pants.

"Damnit Cas!" He shouted, "The hell was that all about?"

"Rawr means 'I love you' in dinosaur Dean." The angel informed him as he shook off a pair of boxers that had attached themselves to his shoe.

"You missed a pair." Sam chuckled as he pointed to the briefs on his head.

"No I didn't, those are there on purpose."

"Wait, you're acting sassy. Have you been drinking again? We talked about this Cas. Hell, I even managed to stop drinking so much. Look at me, I'm drinking damn cream soda for Christ's sake." Dean scolded, hands on his hips as he glared at the trench coat clad man-child. He received a pout in return before the angel pulled his coat over his head. Dean and Sam exchanged disturbed glances.

"Uh, Cas?" Ventured Sam, getting up from his seat and moving up next to his brother.

"Whatever your observations are, they are invalid for you are a strudel."

"Ok then… I think it's safe to say he took something."

"Ya think?" Dean groaned as he flopped down onto his bed, "I'm too tired to deal with this shit."

"And you think you're the only one?" Sam whined, crossing his arms.

"Oh look! I have a tail! Meow!" Cried Cas excitedly. The brothers turned to look at him and saw that he had emerged from beneath his cloth shell and was playing with the belt on his coat. As they watched, he walked in a circle around the diminished pile of clothes several times. Finally he stepped into the middle and dropped down to the ground, curling himself into a tight ball. His eyes slipped shut and he began snoring shortly afterwards.

"Huh." Was all Dean said. Sam got up and took a blanket over to the passed out form on the floor and draped it over him, covering him completely.

"Awww, aren't you just a sweetie." Dean murmured and he took his pants off and climbed under his own blankets.

"Oh shut-up."

"Make me bitch."

"Oh, I plan on it. Jerk."

"Both of you shut-up or I'll gnaw your ears off!" Cas' muffled voice threatened from his nest.

The brothers immediately quieted down and worked on falling asleep.