epilogue
when the four awoke the next morning, they did indeed regret every decision made the evening before.
beth was kneeling over the toilet, basically puking her guts out.
sam stood behind beth, holding her hair away from her face.
"baby, how many shots did you have?" sam murmured, stroking beth's back.
beth took a shaky breath. "just two."
beck was lying on the floor in the den, hating her entire life.
"never. again." she groaned, attempting to push herself up to sitting.
dean stepped in, holding two glasses of water. he set one down on the table by beck and dropped onto the couch.
"you feeling any better, love?" he asked, still slightly woozy.
beck grabbed the cup and rolled her eyes. "yeah dean. i feel absolutely amazing after what happened last night," she snapped. "I'd be in there puking with beth if i could actually move."
dean raised his hands in defense. "sorry i asked."
sam appeared and stopped in the doorway.
"i think beth's okay for now. she fell back asleep. in my bed." he added.
dean placed his empty water glass onto the table.
"sound idea." he said, leaning back onto the arm of the couch.
beck got up from her spot on the ground. "i'll be in my room sleeping some more." she said, stumbling through the door past sam. "and be careful, beth sometimes screams or cries in her sleep when she's hungover."
dean piped up from the couch. "if beth's screaming, there's a good chance it won't be from a hangover."
sam could hear beck snickering on her way back to the girl's room.
he clenched his jaw and threw a dirty look towards his brother. "go to sleep, dean." he mumbled, turning on his heel to go back to his room.
