Author's Note- Hello! Imagine drabble # 20! Wow…What am I doing with my life that I've written so many of these? Oh well! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the imagine that I'm using. Just how I interpreted it and my character Haven.

Getting Drunk Was a Good Thing

"Haven, maybe you should pace yourself," Dean said, worry in his tone. The female hunter downed another shot.

"Nope. I'm getting trashed," she replied, waving the bartender over.

"You hardly ever drink. What's wrong?" Haven was like his sister and he hated to see her in pain.

"Not telling," she grumbled. Sam walked up and sighed.

"Sorry it took so long, guys. Our room is ready whenever we are," he told them. Haven frowned and took another shot. The reason for her drinking turned to her. "Haven, are you okay?"

"Peachy," she slurred. She got a few more shots and started to smile, the alcohol going to her head. "You know, Sam, you're too cute for me to be mad at. I don't even remember why I was mad at you."

"You were mad at me?" he asked. Haven ignored him and turned to the bartender.

"Isn't he cute?" she giggled. A light blush covered Sam's cheeks.

"Sammy, I think you should take her back to the room," Dean said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Sam frowned at his brother.

"Yeah. We'll see you later, Dean," he replied. He gently took Haven's arm. "Come on, Haven." She got off the bar stool and stumbled into him.

"Whoops," she giggled. "Sorry, Sham." She looked up at him and grinned. "You should smile. You have cute dimples." He blushed again.

"We need to go," Sam said gently. Haven pulled her arm out of his grasp.

"Samuel Winchester has the cutest dimples in the world and I love him!" Haven announced to the whole bar. Dean cracked up while Sam started dragging Haven out the door.

They got back to the motel room and Haven flopped on one of the beds. She curled up in the center and closed her eyes. Sam sighed, feeling stupid for what he was about to ask.

"Haven, did you mean what you said in the bar?" She laughed.

"Mmhmm. You have the cutest dimples in the world," she replied. He rolled his eyes.

"I mean the other part." Haven opened her eyes and looked over at him.

"I do love you, Sam. Way more than I should. But it's okay that you don't love me back," she said. He sat beside her.

"But I do love you," he murmured. She closed her eyes again.

"Then, sleep next to me," she mumbled. He said beside her and wrapped her in his arms.

"I'm glad you got drunk tonight."