"So."
Sam blinked attempting to focus his gaze on his brother as they sat down at the table that had a map on its surface. He drunkenly grinned, the thing was old as the hills but it had an antique charm; it was interesting. If only they were able to track the Darkness or Lucifer with it.
"Sam?"
He glanced up, looking at Dean.
"Here."
His brother raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to comment but decided against it.
"Might not be the best idea to do this while you're drunk, but at least you're probably too plastered to comprehend everything fully. And won't punch me."
"Hey! I'm sitting right here," Sam uttered with puppy dog eyes.
Dean sighed, "Yeah Bro I know."
Dean sat across from Sam, and ran a hand through his hair anxiously.
"So."
"You said that already."
"Shuddup. I'm trying to gather my nerves here."
Sam narrowed his eyes and pointed a finger at Dean in a gun shape and pretended to shoot him with a muffled 'pew' sound.
Dean rolled his eyes and began, "So, I had two chances to take down Amara and I couldn't do it. As much as I don't want you to be right, I'm pretty sure we do have a connection. And ain't that fucked up."
"Well, I mean it only makes sense," Sam added, glancing around the room. "You did technically release her from a millennia of solitude, I guess there had to be a consequence."
Dean gave his brother a stare, "You are the weirdest drunk, first you act like you're five and then can completely talk like your sober self. Amazing."
Sam smiled, "One of my many talents. 'Hic.'
"Okay there Wonderboy. How 'bout them visions of the cage you talked about?"
His brother froze and slowly looked over. "Er, well it's kinda fucked as well. I mean you know about the visions and stuff, but I had one where I actually SAW the cage and yeah..."
Dean frowned, "Sorry Sammy, that must have been hard. So you still think they're from God?"
"I dunno. Maybe he wants me to go ba-
"NO! Not happening."
Sam pouted, "Aight jeeze don't get your panties in a twist it was just an idea."
"An idea that's not going to happen."
He rolled his eyes. Dean was too protective for his own good sometimes, he knew that he just cared so much and didn't want him to get hurt. But if God truly was the one to send the visions...then how we're they supposed to move forward.
"I need another drink."
Dean snorted, a small grin on his face. "I think you've had enough Mr. Drunky Pants."
"Meh. Drowns everythin' out in my head. S'nice."
"I know man, I know."
Sam neglected to get up for that drink, his legs and arms were too heavy and the kitchen was far away. Everything was so heavy. The visions, the thoughts and Dean's newfound connection with Amara...they were in way deeper then he originally thought.