AN: I am aware that they no longer tattoo people who are drunk and the tattoo probably would not have been finished in one go, but for the sake of the story... go with it... Also their ages are pretty apparent here ;D (feel free to suggest ideas for other snapshot chapters!)

thanks all...ENJOY!

Castiel turns twenty-one before Dean, which is a bigger deal than it ought to be. Dean feels shitty about it because he can't buy his boyfriend a drink and Cas has to buy the booze for his own damn party; which they can't celebrate by bar hopping. It blows, but there's nothing he can do about it, his mood however doesn't go on noticed.

"What's the matter, Dean?" Cas asks, sitting on the couch as he idly eats a yogurt.

"Nothing," Dean starts, earning him a look from the blue eyed man beside him. "Your birthday's tomorrow," he sighs.

"I am aware," he states, "It is the same every year."

"Ya well, you'll be the two one."

"Is that a problem?" Cas narrows his eyes as he takes a bite from his spoon.

"I feel bad ok," Dean admits, "We can't do anything super fun because I'm not old enough yet!"

"Dean," Castiel rolls his eyes, "That's ridiculous," he tells him bluntly. "When your birthday comes around we can go to bars, I really do not care."

"I care," he huffs glumly.

Cas sighs, placing the yogurt container on the coffee table before crawling towards Dean on the sofa. "It is my birthday, correct?" He stares at Dean, he nods in agreement, "And I want nothing more than to drink," Cas pauses dramatically to make the other man nervous, "Here… with you." He presses his lips to Dean's.

"You sure?" Dean rubs the small of Castiel's back.

"Exceedingly," he nods, "Besides, if I have to sit through a dinner with Gabe and Jo on my birthday I will drown myself in booze."

"That's not funny," he states, trying to hold onto his dissipating foul mood.

"It's a little funny." Cas smirks snuggling into the man's side, forcing Dean to uncross his arms placing one over Cas's shoulders.

"So, just you and me tomorrow?" Dean asks after a beat, looking down at the dark haired man.

Cas nods as he adds, "And Jack or Jim… or maybe Jose," he smiles.

"Kinky," Dean chuckles, "Either way, you'll prob end up puking."

"I believe that is customary when you turn 21," he deadpans.

The next day, Cas indeed gets all three of the liquors he mentioned plus limes and a case of beer. They end up doing tequila shots and drinking beer, which quickly gets them super drunk even though they don't quite feel it.

"This is the soberest drunk, I've ever felt," Dean slurs as he leans back in his chair.

"Indeed," Cas agrees, leaning forward on the table. "Why did we do this in the kitchen?" He wonders looking around his eyes narrowed. "The couch is sooo far away."

Dean just chuckles at the other man, "Happy birthday."

"It is, isn't it?" He nods, obviously pleased.

"Come here," he pulls Cas towards him, kissing him sloppily. "Ready for some fun?" he quirks an eyebrow as he kiss him again.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Cas pales before doubling over and throwing up on the floor.

After cleaning up and getting Castiel to bed, it was all in all a good 21st birthday. They got drunk, and hung over, but Cas had a good time and that's all that mattered. The only thing that would have made it better would have been birthday sex ,but Cas got a rain check for that.

When Dean's birthday rolled around, Cas had kept his promise to take him out. They started out at the road house because Ellen, and Jo for that matter, would have both of their asses if they didn't at least show up. John and Bobby even stopped by to by a couple rounds, a few hours later they left the road house to head to a couple bars near their apartment. The walking distance aloud both men to drink fully and not have to worry about driving home.

Gabe ended up meeting them at the second bar, he had been out of town for Castiel's birthday and they hadn't had a chance to celebrate so it ended up being somewhat of a joint thing. He was a little sad that Jo wasn't able to come, since she was still only 20. Gabe was tossing back super sweet fruity drinks and trying to buy the most girly drinks imaginable for Dean; who, after a while, was downing anything given to him. That's how they discovered the house specialty shot known as purple nurples, which by everyone's account where awesome.

It was after a good deal of those that the three of them stumbled out into the night and somehow ended up at the City South Tattoo parlor.

"Gabe, you should get a little candy man tattoo," Cas instructed him drunkenly.

"Good 'dea broseph! But where?" Gabe eyed him.

"Your ass," Dean blurted laughing hysterically.

"If you wanted to see it, you just had to ask Dean-o," he smirked telling the lady just what he wanted and mooning Dean and Cas as he was lead to the tattooing area.

"What should I get Cas, babe?" Dean squinted, as he swayed a little on his feet. "I want it here," He took Cas's hand on put it on his upper arm, by his shoulder.

"I have an idea," Cas leaned into Dean, heatedly kissing him.

Dean nodded, drunk and dazed from the kiss, allowing Cas to pick it out as the girl behind the counter reappeared before them. Cas talked to her while Dean leaned heavily on the counter to keep the room from spinning as the dark haired man went through the details of his new tattoo.

The next morning Dean woke up with one hell of a hangover, on the plus side he couldn't remember puking at all so he figured it was a small victory. He shuffled over, Cas sprawled almost on top of him as a burning pain registered on his arm like a sever sunburn. Slipping carefully from the bed he instantly regretted the action of sitting up. He somehow managed to get to the mirror on the closet door and lifted up his sleeve to reveal a black hand print tattooed there.

"Cas," Dean called as he examined the new development, "Cas!"

"Wha…Dean!" The other man bolted up at the urgency in Dean's voice, running his hands through his hair as he scrubbed away the sleep. Cas's eyes falling on the figure across the room as a scowl settled upon his features.

"Come here," he ordered, Cas slipping from the bed groggily not wanting to.

He stood next to Dean, his gaze upon the ink on the man's arm as he placed a tentative hand over the print. They matched perfectly.

"Son of a bitch," Dean breathed, under his breath. "I your handprint tattooed on me."

"It could have been on your ass," Cas deadpans, a look of panic over coming Dean. "You where very inebriated last night."

"I think your vocabulary is even crazier when you're hung over," Dean glares, as the pounding in his head returns. "How am I gunna explain this?" He whined tugging Cas back to bed wanting nothing more than to sleep through the pain he was feeling.

Cas was already snuggling back against his chest and drifting off, "Just say I gripped you tight and raised you from perdition," he murmurs in innuendo.

Dean would have chuckled at that if he wasn't squeezing his eyes shut and wiling himself back to oblivion just to make the hangover go away. "Could have been worse than a tatttoo," he sighs, "Someone else could have been in bed," he settled around Cas as he started to drift off again.

"I sent Stephanie home hours ago," Cas deadpans, shuffling into another position.

It was hard to tell if Cas was joking, but Dean knew in the back of his mind that he was. That would never happen and if it did he would have totally remembered, he joked with himself. The last thought that crossed his mind before he blacked out again, was what he was going to tell his dad when he saw the thing.

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