Ages for ShoshonaTheRose (Cass)

Dean - 24

Sam - 22

Bella – 21 (Barely legal)

BPOV

Imagine this. Two crying male adults, another completely drunk imbecile and me. Sam and Bobby were hysterical over something or rather; I think it involved kittens and a blender. Dean was drunk again, being needy guy drunk. I had already been felt up twice. Somehow the world seems better from a drunken point of view.

Just like some people say. Liquor makes the world go round, and round and round…

Hangovers. Such joy bringing things. They brighten up our day by dooming us to throw up and have migraines. How I love hangovers. The only cure to a hangover is….

Sleep. I intended to sleep for the next twenty years, but apparently some people just weren't sane enough to realise that.

"Bella?" Dean's sing-songy voice was right by my ear.

"Piss off! Let me sleep!"

"Get up Bella, you're going to make me some pie!" I groaned and sunk back onto the bed.

"Fuck off Dean! Go make your own bloody pie."

"I want your pie." Dean dragged the covers off me.

"I only make my pie for friends."

"I'm not your friend?" He could not be serious.

"No you are not my fucking friend! You used to be my boyfriend then you went and slept with some slut! I traded my fucking soul and spent five months in hell for you Dean! In hell five months is fifty years! You don't know what I went through. So you are not my fucking friend Dean."

I was almost in tears by now. When I found him with her, he didn't even try to explain. He didn't have to anyway.

"Get out Dean."

"Bella…. please just let me explain what happened."

"No. I don't want an explanation Dean, I don't want an apology. It doesn't matter what you say. I will never forgive you. Ever. Get out of my room Dean, before I have to hurt you." He left slowly, looking back before closing the door. My eyes welled up. I hated Dean, yet still loved him. It shouldn't have been both. I either hated him or loved him.

"Bella." There was a knock on my door and Sam entered.

"I'm fine Sam. I just need to punch something." He chuckled slightly.

"Just remember Bella, you've got me to talk to." I nodded and hugged him. I really was grateful for Sam.

"How about I make some cookies? I'm in a baking mood."

"Triple chocolate chip?" I laughed and nodded.

"A woman can never have too much chocolate."

Baking went by fast. Then I had nothing to do. My mind wondered onto other things, like my clothing. I really needed to go shopping. The clothing they had buried me in was not something I would usually wear. Finding my keys was easy, finding a shopping centre was the hard bit.

After two hours I finally found somewhere. As I ran through the stores I picked up a few button up tops, skinny jeans, commando boots, a new gun and some throwing knifes. My grand total was just under a thousand dollars. Not like my fake identities couldn't afford it.

DPOV

What did I drink last night? My head is killing me. The only good thing for hangovers is pie; Bella's pie. I stumbled down the corridor and into Bella's room.

"Bella?" I quietly said in my sing-songy voice.

"Piss off! Let me sleep!"

"Get up Bella, you're going to make me some pie!" I groaned and sunk back onto the bed.

"Fuck off Dean! Go make your own bloody pie."

"I want your pie." Dean dragged the covers off me.

"I only make my pie for friends."

"I'm not your friend?" He could not be serious.

"No you are not my fucking friend! You used to be my boyfriend then you went and slept with some slut! I traded my fucking soul and spent five months in hell for you Dean! In hell five months is fifty years! You don't know what I went through. So you are not my fucking friend Dean."

I could see Bella's eyes welling up. She never cried. I instantly felt even guiltier.

"Get out Dean."

"Bella…. please just let me explain what happened."

"No. I don't want an explanation Dean, I don't want an apology. It doesn't matter what you say. I will never forgive you. Ever. Get out of my room Dean, before I have to hurt you." Once Bella had made up her mind, there was no going back for her. I begrudgingly exited looking back at Bella. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Then I closed the door.

I closed the door to my problems, my fears and my worries. I blocked out my heart with that single door. I sprinted back to my bed, dived under the covers and didn't think of anything but her and the mistakes I had made.

BPOV

As soon as I was in the door I was attacked by Sam.

"Where did you go?" I held up my arms and he sighed. "Shopping, I should have known."

"Hey, everyone has ways of dealing. Mine is retail therapy and drinking. How about we have a little siesta? For old times sake?" He finally gave in before we sat down and drank.

After our tenth shot we were pretty buzzed. You know the feeling when you've just been on a roller coaster, or bungee jumping? I didn't feel like that. I felt much better, off with the pixies better.

"Bella, why is it that every time I see you your drunk?"

"Castiel!" I dropped my glass, making it shatter on the floor and jumped into his arms. "It's been forever! How's my angel?"

"How much have you had?" He slowly put me on my feet, holding me steady while I wobbled.

"Not much."

"What do you classify as not much?"

"I'll get back to you on that. So I hear I'm all the gossip on Angel radio."

"You would know. You're the only human who can hear us, besides Anna."

"Well, when you go up, tell Urinal to shut it." (AN: Couldn't spell his name, plus I couldn't resist, who doesn't love drunk people?)

"Bella, you're drunk. Let me get you to bed."

"It would be my pleasure, please be my knight in rusty armour." He rolled his eyes and lifted him into his arms. His aftershave made me feel slightly sick. I clutched myself to him tighter, as he began moving.

"Castiel, I don't feel well." Suddenly I was praying to the porcelain goddess.

"I have to go now Bella. Don't get drunk in the next few days."

"You got it angel boy, off you go now." He disappeared only to be replaced with Dean's face. Such a disappointment.

I slumped on the floor passing out.

Note to self; Do not drink tequila, vodka, whiskey and gin in the same shot.

They may be continually drunk in the next few chapters. Don't mind the drunk people, just step over them.

The mastermind of drunkenness and drunks

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