A/N: Okay so this was inevitable. We needed some alcohol thrown in, didn't we? Luckily, Sam is there to make sure they aren't too stupid. But they're plenty stupid enough on their own. Maybe next time, I'll get them drunk without Sammy there, and see how that goes...XD
Sarah had worked with the boys on a few cases in a row now and she just couldn't bring herself to leave. And the boys weren't about to kick her out; she was a comfortable addition to their pack and the brothers both enjoyed her company. So one day, after a particularly difficult hunt, Sarah decided that they needed to celebrate.
"You know what, boys? I like this town!" she declared as the drove back to their motel. "Let's stay here tonight and go on a pub crawl, by way of celebration."
"Celebration? What exactly are we celebrating?" Sam responded skeptically.
"Defeating the demon? The town? The lovely people who live in it? Take your pick, Sam."
"I like how you think!" Dean said as they pulled in at the motel. "Let's leave the Impala here, though. No one is driving my baby smashed and everyone is getting smashed tonight."
"Fair enough," Sarah laughed as she hopped out. She linked an arm with each of the brothers' and said, "Where to first, fellas?"
Dean was about to suggest something but Sam hesitated.
"Guys, I don't know if this is such a good idea. We got beat to shit back there and you don't feel it now because of the adrenalin rush, but you will tomorrow. Add a hangover on top of that and you won't want to get up in the morning."
Sarah shrugged. "So we'll stay the weekend. No biggie. Like I said - I like this town." Sam still hesitated so Sarah let go of his arm but kept hold of Dean's. "Alright then, don't come. Me and Dean are going though. See you in the morning...or perhaps, not until late afternoon..."
Dean yelled over his shoulder without looking back. "C'mon, Sammy. It'll be fun. God knows you need to loosen up a little."
Sam stared at their backs incredulously then turned his gaze up to the sky as if asking the heavens for help with these two. When it didn't come immediately, he shook his head then ran to catch up. Someone had to make sure they didn't get into too much trouble...or into each other's beds...
Sam felt bad for the people in the next door rooms. He really did. Dean and Sarah were very drunk by the time they all made it back to the motel. And it was very late. Or very early. Sam himself had had too many drinks to know or care.
But he knew about the amount of noise his drunk brother could make. And was surprised by how much noise a woman with normally an abundance of decorum and condescension could make when she was drunk.
And he found himself caring that it was so much.
"Sammy! Sammy! Get your ass over here with the key, baby brother!"
Sam winced. Maybe he should apologise to the neighbours in the morning…?
"Sam! I gave you the key coz I knew you'd be a prude about drinking and wouldn't lose it!" his big brother demanded once again, possibly even louder than the last time. "Gimme the key! My bed is calling to me!"
"Alright, alright! Dean – just…shush, okay?"
"Oh, Sam! Re-lax!" Sarah piped up, just as loudly and increasingly unhelpfully. Sam gave an exasperated sigh as he finally got the door open and hustled the ridiculous drunks into the room.
"I call the big bed!" Sarah yelled, before running across the room and belly-flopping on the only double bed in the room. The other two were singles.
"Uh-uh, no way! It's my turn on that thing."
"Well, I ain't moving. So if you got a problem, Winchester, you deal with it."
Sam could see the situation before it arose. And he saw the light coming to Dean's eyes, ever so slowly.
"Dean-"
"You know..."
"Don't, Dean."
"…there's room on that bed for two."
Sam groaned in frustration and looked to Sarah for back-up. But there wasn't any to be found. Sarah was looking at Dean hungrily.
"A good solution. I commend you, Winchester." Okay, so her articulation and decorum had suddenly returned. Was this how she talked dirty?
Sam didn't think about it too much. The woman was coming on to his brother right now.
"I can't believe this – you two can't be drunk enough to actually want to sleep with each other?"
"Oh, Sam," Sarah replied, eyes still fixed on Dean. "The want is always there. It's the provocation I was looking for."
The younger Winchester looked between the two, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. Maybe he should just scarper and let them have at it. It'd teach them right – the pub crawl was a terrible idea.
But Sam knew he couldn't do that. They wouldn't thank him in the morning. Then it would all suddenly become his fault.
"Okay, look," Sam walked over to his brother and pushed him to a different bed. "Say whatever you like when you're drunk but you'll regret this when you're sober. Trust me."
Dean was becoming more pliant as Sam directed him to the bed, the alcohol taking effect on his consciousness. Sam took his brother's shoes off and lifted the sheets to make room for him under them.
Once he got Dean settled, he asked, "You gonna throw up? I can get a bowl."
Dean grinned. "Nah, m'good. G'night Sammy." He snorted unattractively. "Will you look at that – my baby brother, tuckin' me in." And with that, he promptly passed out. And proceeded to snore very loudly.
Sam turned to observe Sarah snuggling up similarly, but with significantly more consciousness as she lifted her eyes to his.
"Gee, thanks Sam," she grumbled. "Spoiling my fun…still it's probably for the best." She shuffled around noisily in her sheets for a few moments, before huffing.
"Okay. Tuck me in, too," she demanded.
Sam gave a noise that was half-sigh, half-laugh. He was drunk, tired and bruised, but it seemed he wasn't going to be allowed to sleep yet.
"What?"
"Tuck me in," she repeated impatiently. "I can't get comfy."
Sam didn't have it in him to put up a fight. So he strode over and arranged the sheets comfortably around her.
"That okay? You gonna be sick?"
"Nope. Thanks Sammy." He turned away, knowing she was seconds from passing out too. But he was stopped by a hand on his wrist. He looked back down at Sarah, seeing more clarity on her face than he would have expected the alcohol to allow.
"I mean it, Sam. I love Dean but it would have been bad to sleep with him." Sam's face softened slightly at that. Maybe she was actually seeing sense.
Sarah grinned.
"Well…drunk, anyway. A man's libido is highly affected by drink."
Sam wasn't laughing in the corner that time.
