Dean walked into the bar and looked around. The place was crowded and Dean had trouble in finding Tim, but then he noticed the young man sitting at the bar with his head on the counter and another man patting his back.
"You see him?" Sam asked as he also scanned the area.
Dean pointed him out and started to make his way through the crowd as Sam easily kept up behind him. Being his size did have its advantage.
"Tim!" Dean said sharply as he finally made his way towards the bar counter and slid between the barstools to stand next to Tim.
"Deannnnn!" Tim's head jerked up and he smiled goofily as he latched his arms around Dean's neck and pulled him down into a sloppy kiss.
"Hey, McFlirt, we are in public here," A cool voice from the other side of Tim caused Dean to pull away and look towards the mysterious speaker.
"Oh, Dean! Sam! This is Tony. Tony DiNozzo! He's Italian. I work with him. He's one of my best friends. He's really cool and he likes movies!" Tim started on a drunken ramble about Tony, as Dean and Sam took seats at the bar and ordered some drinks.
"Uh, so it looks like Tim has had a bit too much to drink. Is everything okay?' Sam took a swig from his beer bottle and looked at Tim with a questioning look.
"Yeah, he's fine. We just had a hard workload today. The boss kept giving us more stuff to do," Tony pulled a new glass of alcohol away from Tim and handed him a glass of water.
"But he's a lightweight drinker. It doesn't take much to get him like this."
Dean looked at Tim with slight concern as the man leaned down and put his head on the counter again.
"McGoogle has two drunk settings; this, very talkative and starting to get sleepy, or very horny. It's always fun to see which setting he goes into," Tony grinned and took a drink from his own glass.
Dean choked a bit on his beer as he imagined an incredibly horny Tim, but then his mind wandered onto a different subject including Tim.
Dean had seen his third setting of being drunk, Tim's depression setting.
They still needed to talk about that a little more.
"So. I know you two just got here and have just finished your first beers, but I think we should get McGoo out of here. I don't want him to puke on the bar. Another coworker of mine did that once and the owner was not happy with us," Tony slid off his barstool, put two twenties on the counter and patted Tim's back.
"It okay with you two if we leave?"
"Yeah, sure. I wasn't really planning on drinking that much anyway. Uh, Dean, how about you?" Sam stood up and looked at his brother.
Dean reluctantly looked at his empty beer bottle but slowly nodded and also slid off his stool, "Let's go; beer's kinda crappy here anyway."
Tony then pulled Tim off his barstool and into a standing position and half guided, half dragged him to the exit.
"He drive here or did you two carpool?" Sam asked as he exited the bar after Tony and looked around the parking lot.
"He drove. Not sure where he parked though…" Tony trailed off and started to also look around for Tim's car.
"We can get it in the morning when he's coherent. We can drive him home," The shorter Winchester brother walked over to Tony and put his arm around Tim's waist, pulling slightly until Tony let go and Dean was Tim's support.
"Dean's gonna take me home? Last time he took me home we got in bed and fu-" The drunk computer geek was cut off by Dean's hand over his mouth.
Sam stifled a small laugh and Tony just shook his head.
"Uh, w-we should probably get going. We have, uh, work and stuff tomorrow," Dean tripped over his own words as he tried to change the subject quickly.
"Alright then. Get him home safety and remind him that he's off work tomorrow," Tony waved at them.
Dean and Sam nodded at him and made their way towards the Impala, Sam now helping Dean to carry Tim who was becoming difficult to carry since Tim was slowly drifting off into an alcohol induced sleep.
"Hey, Winchesters!" Tony's voice shouted from behind them, but the brothers couldn't turn around due to them supporting Tim.
"The boss just wanted me to remind you that your little angel chose him over you two. I think Crowley enjoys having that sweet little piece of heaven as his bitch."
Dean froze. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. He turned his head and looked at his brother who had the same surprised expression.
At the same time, they both dropped Tim (he was too drunk to feel anything as he hit the ground), and turned around. But the Italian was gone.
"Dean," Sam said quickly as he picked the NCIS agent off the pavement.
"Dean! Let's just get out of here."
Dean didn't move. He just stared at where Tony had been standing moments before.
"Dean, think about Tim. We need to go, keep him safe, and get him sober. He might know something or he might've seen something."
At the mention of his boyfriend, Dean snapped back into focus. He turned to face Sam and helped carry Tim the rest of the way back to the car.
Once they had placed Tim in the backseat, Dean reached for the door handle on the driver's side, but his brother stopped him.
"Let me drive, okay?"
"Fine," Dean said in a gruff voice as he walked over to the other side of the car and got in.
They drove back to the motel where they picked up an extra set of clothes and some supplies and they headed to Tim's apartment.
"He's, uh, in bed," Dean yawned as he walked out of Tim's bedroom and into the main part of the apartment where Sam had already lined all the windows and the front door with salt and was now spray painting a devil's trap on the floor.
"Well; I guess we just have to wait till he wakes up," Sam said as he finished the trap and straightened up from his crouched position.
"You can take the couch," Dean nodded at the couch and started to make his way back towards the bedroom.
Sam shook his head and sighed, "See you in the morning."
His brother just waved and closed the bedroom door.
Dean then stripped to his boxers and climbed into bed with Tim who instantly curled up to him.
Dean would find out why a piece of shit demon was so close to his Timmy, and he would gank that mofo as soon as he got the chance.
But until then, Dean would enjoy the few hours of sleep he'd have next to Tim.
So, uh, hi.
Sorry for the late update. I'll probably never be on time for any of my stories.
And I really apologize for this chapter. It was not some of my best work.
But the next one should be a good one.
Oh, and anyone want to take a guess as to which NCIS co-worker of Tony's threw up on the bar?
Well, as usual, reviews are amazing and I really do enjoy reading your thoughts.
And if you have any ideas for the future of Dean and Tim, tell me! I'd love to know.
See you next update.
