CHARACTERS: Eric kripe...damn you...kidding
PLOT: MEH...HELLS YEAH

Dean's at a bar, drunk silly at a bar. He feels happy, really happy. He feels this way because he's thinking about the little things that are good in his fucked up life, also because he's drunk none the less. He thinks' about how he's alive, how Sammy's alive, and Bobby too. He thinks about Cas and the times he drops in and helps. There's this goofy smile spread across his face as he think about these things. He's wobbling on his bar stool. Though he's still happy, and at the moment he forgets that he's a hunter, that there are scary shits out there, that he honest to God went to hell and came back, the dreams about hell, just everything that gave him pain. He only thinks about the good things.

Sam walks to the door of the bar he knows Dean's in and he knows he's probably drunk, he doesn't the impala parked any considering that the parking lot is all filled. He sees groups and groups of people, looking around he spots Dean. He sees the goofy smile on Dean, and figures he's there is not one once of sobriety in him at the moment. He walks over, sighing as he stopped in front of the older Winchester.

"Sammy, hey!" Dean nearly shouts, and his smile widens and he's hugging him like there's no tomorrow. Sam's taken aback for a second, but pulls Dean off but smiles a little. He has a hand on Dean's shoulder holding him there.

"You okay?" He knows Dean isn't but he says more when he's drunk.

"You know what Sammy? I'm awesome!" Dean has that goofy smile on again as he answers Sam's question. Sam takes one of Dean's arms and he slings it over his shoulders. Dean is still smiling as he's kind of being carried out of the bar. He feels the cool air hit his face and he like it. It's calming to him. Suddenly he feels the need to tell Sam that he's happy and why. So he does.

"Hey Sam...I'm really happy, like I've just won like a million bucks happy...wanna know why?"

"Sure Dean, yeah."

"Good 'cause I was gonna tell you even if you didn't wanna hear it." Dean said his voice slurring a little.

"I'm happy 'cause you know I'm alive and I freakin' came back from freakin' hell and that was not fun, you're alive and shit that's like a really good thing, and Bobby's alive and God knows how many times the old man has come close to biting it. And then there's Cas, man I'm happy we met him and shit." Dean's smile a lot when he thought of the first time he met Cas, looking back at that moment was pretty funny as hell if you asked him. There was a long moment of silence and it kind of worried him, until started to speak again.

"Sam...I think I love Cas..." Dean said at the moment not caring that he finally said it out loud and he felt that now it was true.

"Of course you love him, he's practically family..." Sam said a little confused.

"No Sam, I'm saying that I love him a lot, like really love him." Dean said his words rushed.

"Oh." Sam smiled knowing that Dean wasn't joking even though he was drunk, and then he wondered if Cas' could hear them as they walking the two blocks that it took to walk to the hotel, Dean had said he had walked to the bar before he started rambling on and on about why he was happy and why he loved Cas.

"There are just these moments where I just wanna freakin' kiss him and like take off his-"

"Okay, Dean I get it, you really love Cas, I don't a mental image..." Sam said shutting Dean up with that, and throwing him on his bed, locking the door.

"Alright Dean just go to sleep now." H e said falling face first onto his bed and drifting to sleep. He was exhausted.

Dean had fallen asleep right when he fell on the bed. He never once stopped smiling, even still he was smiling. He started dreaming of Cas and the thing he wanted to do to him and with him, and it was a lot of things.

~THE END~...OR IS IT...HMMMMHMMMHMMM

I don't know there might be a sequel to this actually there will be a sequel yup yeah that one will have smut