Title: And It's Good
Rating: PG13 (language)
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: "We survived the apocalypse."
A/N: Done for a prompt at comment_fic: Sam, Dean, Castiel & Bobby, partying after the apocalypse is over with beers and pie.
The beer is cheap and Sam threw a freaking lemon pie in with his cherry and apple just to fuck with him but it's good.
Castiel is sitting opposite Bobby downing two shot glasses to each of his one. Bobby is watching him with that old narrowed-eyed look that says 'boy, I've been doing this since before you were an itch your ugly ass daddy got lucky enough to scratch'. It's not technically true in Cas' case but Bobby still pulls it off.
Sam is…well, Sam is looking right at him.
Dean cocks an eyebrow.
Sam gives him a goofy smile, shedding years with a simple quirk of his lips.
Dean can't help his own smile in response, though there's no way it looks as goofy as the shit Sammy's got on.
Sam glances at Bobby, goofiness in full view.
Whatever he got was contagious or something because Bobby started up, a smile warming up to a low chuckle. Cas looked at them all, his own lips pulling up in that way that says he doesn't get it but he somehow knows it's something to smile at anyway.
As usual, Dean decides he's got to teach Cas something: "We survived the fucking apocalypse."
And that's sets Bobby completely off. He's pounding on his wheelchair with one arm, Cas is full-out smiling with wide eyes, and Sammy has his head thrown back and is giving those deep belly-aching laughs Dean hasn't heard in a long time and it's good.
It's really fucking good.
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