part 4
after the ghost scare, the bar was deserted.
beck was still behind the counter and she was acting as their bartender.
sam and dean had had at least five too many shots each.
beth was passed out on a couch by the fireplace.
dean got up, swaying slightly. "we should probably go back."
"yeah." sam agreed, drunkenly making his way over to beth.
beck climbed over the counter, the only one who wasn't highly intoxicated.
"dean, are you sure you're okay to drive home?" she asked, slipping her arm around dean's waist to support him.
dean waved his hand aimlessly. "i'm fine, sweetheart. i only had 11 shots. it's all good."
beck sighed and took the impala's keys from dean's pocket. "i'll be driving tonight." despite dean's protests, she persisted and he finally gave in.
sam followed them out, the unconscious frame being beth lying in his arms.
they got settled in the car with beck behind the wheel.
the inebriated four made it home and didn't make it to their rooms before collapsing onto the couches.
beth never fully awakened, she and sam just curled up on one couch with beck and dean sprawled on the other.
they slept through the rest of the night, knowing that in the morning they would regret every decision made the evening before.
