A/N Thanks for the follows and favourites guys! Could really do with some reviews though please! Also, I should probably mention that although this is set around Series 8 (because they're in the bunker) there will be main characters that are alive in this because they haven't been killed off in earlier Seasons.
Dean was searching through the bunker, trying to find anything remotely entertaining. After about an hour of digging through piles of old Men of Letter's technology and files he eventually found a large, dusty chest filled with some odd objects that he had never seen before, but also some recognisable things – old versions of modern games – that made him realise that maybe the Men of Letters did know how to have fun, they didn't just sit around working and studying creatures all day long. Dean dug around to see what he liked the look of, and carried the items upstairs into the main part of the bunker where Castiel and Sam were sitting.
Sam put his laptop away as he saw his brother enter the room carrying a load of different old and dusty boxes. Dean put the different boxes down, both Cas and Sam gathering around to see what he had brought up with him. As Dean opened up the boxes, their excitement soon died down when they realised that the boxes contained only half a scrabble set, some old monopoly characters and a few loose dice.
Sam was the first to speak up. "What are we supposed to do with these? I thought that you were going to introduce Cas to some non-angel, human stuff? Not get some crappy games." Sam pulled his bitch face yet again as he spoke, aiming it directly at Dean.
Dean was the only one not looking disappointed. "Damn, that's crap but dude, do you know what this means?" Dean paused as he grinned even wider, "This means that the only thing left to do is get wasted and get our own personal Angel of the Lord drunk! I'm sure that that will be way more fun than playing some boring old games."
Cas looked confused, yet again. "Why is that better than games? I do not want to get drunk, I do not see how that would be entertaining in anyway." He looked worried as he looked up shyly at both Sam and Dean.
"Cas, man, getting drunk is great! I've had so much alcohol in the past that I'm pretty sure I'm almost immune to it by now bu–"
Cas suddenly cut Dean off, "I assure you Dean, it is most definitely not possible to become immune to a poison such as alcohol." He spoke with his low, gruff voice, speaking with an almost demeaning tone.
Dean just rolled his eyes as Cas's usual smart ass type comment. "As I was saying, we have time to relax for once, so why not get drunk and have a party? Alcohol makes everything more entertaining and far more hilarious, and we have shit tonnes of the stuff so even you and your super non-drunkness angel powers will be able to enjoy the effects.
"Dean, I really do not see the point of this." Cas complained.
Sam suddenly decided to chip in, "Cas, you got smashed once before, remember when you came to our motel and you were all like 'I found a liquor store and I drank it?'" Sam lowered his voice as he imitated Cas's voice. "Dude, you told us that goat joke and you found everything really funny, that's what alcohol does to you. It's awesome, especially when you're surrounded by your friends. So on this very rare occasion I actually agree with Dean and think that we should have a party and get pissed, so we can all enjoy not fighting monsters and have some time to enjoy knowing that we aren't about be killed any second."
"Okay," Cas gave in, "I will be part of this absurd idea of yours, although I still do not understand the point of it."
As soon as Dean heard his answer, his face lit up with excitement. "Party time! Awesome!" Dean looked around the room, glancing at both Sam and Castiel before exclaiming, "Man, we are gonna need more people if we are gonna have a party. Who else do we know that we can invite?"
"Dean, we have plenty enough people as it is, we do not need any more." Cas sighed, trying not to think of the type of people Dean was likely to invite. Just the thought made feel slightly queasy. He didn't have many friends so Sam and Dean were very special to him, especially Dean, considering their 'profound bond' that they shared. Adding more people into the mix would just make him feel uncomfortable.
"Dean's right, Cas. We should get some other people round, and I have the perfect idea of who to invite." Sam gave a slight smile and walked over to Dean, whispering something in is ear that Cas supposed he was meant to not be able to hear. However, being a celestial being, he heard every word Sam said and he was not surprised by any of it.
Dean's scruffy but delicate features broke out into a huge grin as Sam finished speaking, and they got to work on what they were planning.
Ten minutes later, and after a lot of running about and chanting summoning spells mixed in with a few prayers, both Balthazar and Gabriel appeared in the bunker, both facing the Winchester brothers with unamused looks upon their faces, as they stood surrounded by a circle of holy fire.
