Another Round
It was the first time I had gotten drunk as a human and Dean and I stumbled around in the bar, our arms around each other's shoulders. Sam watched us, completely amused, as he sipped his beer.
"Another shot!" Dean called out as we got to the bar, slamming his hand down on the bar, "For me 'n this pretty little guy here." Two more shot glasses hit the counter, deep amber liquid in each. Dean took a glass in his hand and I followed suit.
"To us," Dean murmured, clinking our glasses together. We took the shot together, throwing back our heads as the liquor burned our throats. The room spun as I straightened and I braced myself on Dean. He laughed, wrapping his arms around me.
I smiled and looked up at Dean, unable to help myself from placing a drunk and sloppy kiss on his lips. Dean growled against my lips, kissing me back with heated frenzy.
"You should know that I get real horny after a few drinks," Dean teased, pressing his lips against my throat.
I groaned, pressing my hips against Dean's. Judging by the painful erection I already had pressing against my jeans, I guessed it was safe to assume the same for me. Dean ground his hips back against mine, turning so that I was pressed against the bar.
Suddenly, Sam was tugging us out of the bar and towards the Impala. We didn't care though, as I was on top of Dean for the entire car ride home, kissing him loudly. Sam truly was a good brother.
As soon as we walked in the door, Dean began tugging at my clothes, and I at his, the two of us making obscene sounds as we made our way up to our room.
The sex was slightly sloppy, but rough and fast, Dean pinning my arms above my head. The way he licked down my body, preparing me for him...he way he rammed into me, making the entire bed move…the way he looked at me...the things he said to me...the way I came without him even touching me...the way he came inside me, calling out my name...all things I'd definitely remember in the morning.
I awoke the next morning with a throbbing headache, my eyes shut tight against the sunlight streaming in. I groaned and rolled over, my stomach queasy. I was disappointed when Dean wasn't still in bed, but the thought was quickly expelled from my mind as I sprinted to the bathroom, trying to make it in time before I vomited on myself. I found Dean in there, throwing up into the toilet. I joined him, vomiting the contents of last night into the sink. We were bent over our respective porcelain thrones, panting and sweating slightly.
I was suddenly overcome with another bout of nausea and was soon vomiting into the sink once again. Dean was at my side in a heartbeat, pushing back my hair and rubbing my back.
"It's okay, Cas. Get it all out. There you go, sweetheart." He pressed soothing kisses to the back of my sweaty neck as I retched, my whole body heaving. I wiped my mouth when I was done, reaching for my toothbrush as I watched the vomit swirl down the sink with the flow of water.
After we each brushed extensively, Dean ushered me into the shower, following right behind. We stood under the stream of warm water in each other's arms, laughing softly.
"Remind me to never let you have that much alcohol again," he said teasingly, hugging me close.
"Remind me to do the same for you," I quipped back, nipping at his ear.
He laughed, my Dean genuinely laughed, an image I wanted in my mind forever.