Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this piece of literature. All characters are © Supernatural.
Trigger warning: rape, alcohol, possibly mild addiction
Song suggestion: Why Georgia, by John Mayer; Carry On, by fun.; The Way I Am, by Ingrid Michaelson
A ray of sun settled on Dean's shoulder through the window of the Impala. He nuzzled his head into what he thought was his pillow, but the crinkling noise it made startled him and he opened his eyes to examine it. It was a tan crumple of some rough material. Some fiddling around with it and he realized it was Cas's classic trench coat.
Dean propped himself up on his elbow. As the blood rushed from his head down to his body, he realized what a pounding headache he had. Sleeping on the bench seat in back had not done his body justice. The car was hot and muggy, so Dean opened the door and stepped out.
The outside was only slightly better. Sun still beat down on him unforgivingly, but there was also a breeze that relieved his damp skin. The car was parked between a straight, empty road and a chain link fence that stretched on endlessly, parallel to one another. On either side of those lay the grey-brown of dying summer plains. He had no recollection of this place, so he called the one person who likely would know how he got there.
The phone went through three rings and a gruff voice answered on the other end. "Dean. I was worried about you."
"Wh-Cas? How did I get here?"
"You seemed to think it was very important for me to learn what cow-tipping was."
Dean glanced back at his terrain. Now that he looked, he did notice a mass of black specks quite far away that must have been cows. "Well…where are you?"
"I had to go. Uriel called me, we had to deal with some matters about Anna," Cas said uncertainly and cleared his throat.
"Wait, so, cow-tipping? That's it? Why do I have such a terrible headache?"
The phone line crackled and Castiel cleared his throat again. "Well, Dean. Don't you remember? We didn't even go near the cows. We, uh – you had a lot to drink. Don't you remember any of it?"
Silence.
"You kept your promise, Dean. About how I wouldn't die a virgin?"
Dean's eyes widened, and he hurriedly hung up the cell phone.