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Chapter 44: The Hangover:

Dean took a deep breath as he began to regain consciousness. His head pounded and his stomach turned. He definitely did not want to open his eyes to face the bright sunlight he could feel beating down on his skin.

He smiled slightly when he felt warm, silky feathers brush over the bare skin on his back. Tingling sensations rushed through his skin, already making his headache disappear. He realized he was on his side and he could feel his body curled against another firm, muscular one. He licked his dry, chapped lips and curled closer into the cool body. He felt arms close around him tightly and he snuggled his face closer into the chest. He took a long, deep breath of his angel's scent and froze. Something was off…Castiel smelled like crisp, spring air and clean linen. This smell was more like cinnamon and summer air. He quickly opened his eyes but all he could see was deep black, ebony wings furled around him and two strong, firm arms around his body. His face was pressed up against a pale chest; he blinked a few times, trying to figure out what was going on. He pushed at the wings but they were heavy and he realized that there were six of them wrapped around him like a sleeping bag.

"Hey," he grunted, pushing at them. This was not Castiel with him and the only other angel with black wings was…oh no please say he was dreaming...no, not dreaming…this couldn't be real.

Balthazar licked his lips and blinked a few times as bright sunlight beat down on his face. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again when he felt the absurd throbbing headache coming on. He just wanted to shut the stupid sun off. He knit his eyebrows when he felt two strong arms close around his waist and he felt the warmth of someone snuggling close to him. He smiled, trying to remember who he brought home with him the night before but nothing was coming back to him. All he could recall was playing those drinking games with Castiel.

His stomach turned and he peered open an eye to see his wings curled around someone in his arms. He lifted one wing lightly, making sure not to wake whoever was sleeping soundly. He lifted his eyebrows to see the matted and messy shaggy brown hair. He glanced to see Sam fast asleep, his breathing steady with soft snores. Balthazar let his wing fall back over the younger Winchester and smiled. He had no idea how it got to this but it was nice to be held like this for once. He knew he would probably get his butt kicked by Gabriel but he could play it off as not knowing. Apparently, they all got overly plastered the night before. He let out a long breath and held onto Sam tightly.

Gabriel sighed and smiled when he felt arms around his body. He could feel the warmth of a body against his back. He knew all six of his wings were out. He could feel three of them wrapped over the body behind him and he grinned. He then felt movement as his head moved up and down. He knit his eyebrows when he felt pressure of another body in front of him lying on top of his other three wings. He then sensed the breathing and realizing his head was on someone else's chest. Now he was really confused; two different people? He opened his eyes and they widened when he noticed just whose chest he was using as a pillow.

He lifted his head to stare at the eldest hunter lying fast asleep on his back. His thick scruff was covered in sticky white whipped cream and there was a lollipop stuck in it. His hat was halfway off of his head and his shirt was ripped. He had a bottle of whiskey in his hand and Gabriel pressed his lips together to stifle a laugh when he noticed an eyebrow shaved off.

Gabriel then turned his head and his stomach flipped when he realized it wasn't tall, muscular Sam spooning with him but a particular demon. His deep scarlet and tuscan red leathery wings were flat on the wooden floor. He noticed they were on the stage. Crowley's eyes were closed and his mouth was open as he slept; a small pile of drool was dripping down his cheek on onto the floor.

Gabriel knit his eyebrows and before flipping out, he decided to try and recall the events from before. He was running blank…last thing he remembered was holding Castiel upside down while he did a keg stand. He grinned at the memory but sighed…he didn't even remember Crowley or Bobby ever showing up and now he was stuck between them. What on Earth happened?

He glanced around the beach from the stage to see the mess. Bottles and cans, kegs and food scattered the entire place. The water was still green but he was sure that the level of it had drastically dropped several inches. How much did they drink?

He leaned back slightly when Bobby grunted and he felt the hunter's arm curl around his shoulders. He blinked a few times, ignoring how awkward that was before scanning the area again. He could see a few forms lying in the sand. He could instantly tell where Lucifer was from his wings but he couldn't see who was wrapped up in them. He felt his stomach drop when he realized he couldn't see Sam. He turned to see Balthazar on the other side of the beach, just by the water. His wings were bright and also wrapped around another form. He could see bare feet sticking out from the mess of feathers and he instantly recognized those big feet. That was indeed Sam and for some reason, he felt slightly relieved that it wasn't Lucifer with his hunter.

He sat up a little bit more, earning a groan from both of the men around him. He darted his eyes around everywhere but Castiel or Michael were nowhere in sight.

"What the hell?" Bobby suddenly growled and Gabriel looked down to see the elder hunter bolting upright. His eyes widened when they set on Gabriel.

Gabriel smirked "Good morning," he said "Rough night?"

Bobby felt his stomach turn when he realized he was curled up with friggen' Gabriel. He lifted his eyebrows when he noticed Crowley on the other side of the archangel. He had no idea how this happened. He couldn't remember anything past being thrown into the green ocean by Michael. That was odd in itself. He was just sleeping at his house when Balthazar popped up into his dream and grabbed him…then he ended up at some beach party that was apparently in Dean's grapefruit.

"Do you remember anything?" Gabriel questioned as he lifted his wings. He slapped them down – hard – onto the demon.

Crowley hissed and sat up abruptly, his head pounding and screaming at him. He blinked a few times and instantly, his entire heart came to a stop when he realized he was lying beside an archangel. Gabriel was just staring at him darkly. He could smell the archangel all over his body and he realized he had been sleeping with the friggen guy!

"Calm down. I'm not going to kill you," Gabriel said lightly "What are you doing here, though?"

Crowley felt anger rise "What do you mean, what am I doing here!" he growled "Why don't you ask your brother!"

Gabriel arched an eyebrow "Which one?" he questioned "Lucifer?"

"No!" Crowley ground his teeth "Michael."

Gabriel lifted his eyebrows "Michael? He brought you here?"

Crowley rolled his eyes "Obviously…you think I would come here on my own? To a place filled with five angels and three hunters who want me dead?"

Gabriel pursed his lips "Good point." He said.

Crowley just glared. He didn't remember much but he was just sitting there in his little place in Hell. He had finally got all of those stupid fairy tinkerfang things locked up in a place it would take a good while to get out of and the Lucifer hallucinations had finally subsided for a little bit. He was finally allowed to relax and the damn archangel showed up and grabbed him. Then he was in a place filled with everyone who wanted him dead and those lovely little 'angels' took turns holding him under the green water. That was all he remembered though.

"Where is that demon knife?" Bobby asked when he set eyes on Crowley.

Crowley turned to the hunter and let out a laugh when he noticed an eyebrow missing "Looks like I'm not the only one they screwed with."

Bobby furrowed his eyebrow "what are you talking about?"

"What the hell?" they suddenly heard a shout.

Dean shoved at Lucifer's wings again but they wouldn't budge "What the hell!" he shouted angrily.

Lucifer groaned when he felt his wings being shoved. He didn't want to move ever again. He licked his lips and took a deep breath as he closed them tighter. He then realized there was someone in his wings and that someone was clawing at his chest and biting his feathers. He knit his eyebrows and lifted his wings to reveal a severely ticked off hunter.

He blinked at Dean a few times and then started laughing "Wow…did we seriously snuggle all night?"

Dean glowered at Lucifer and threw his fist. He winced when it felt like he hit a brick wall. Lucifer lifted is eyebrows and pursed his lips "I'm not done," he said. Dean was about to run back but felt himself yanked back down by three powerful wings. He ground his teeth when his body was pulled back against Lucifer's and he became immobile as the wings held his arms and legs down like a straightjacket.

"Let me go," Dean growled in annoyance.

Lucifer smiled and let his head fall back onto the sand. He closed his eyes and pulled the hunter as close as he could. He couldn't help the grin as Dean tried and failed to even thrash. He had him good.

Sam tried to jump upright when he heard his brother shout but he was stopped by a weight over his body that he couldn't see. He sighed and shoved at the body he was curled against. He paused when he realized this body was far too tall to be Gabriel's. He widened his eyes to see Balthazar slowly opening his eyes.

"Balthazar?" Sam asked, pausing in confusion.

Balthazar did his best to put on an innocent expression "Sam?" he asked "What are you doing in my wings?"

"Alright Balth," Gabriel's voice sounded "Let my man go."

Balthazar felt ice shoot through his veins. He quickly lifted his wings to allow the tall man to stand up. He sat up and stared up at Gabriel, waiting to be thrown around or hit or something. He didn't expect Gabriel to grin.

Sam stood up and groaned when he felt his head spin. He had a really bad hangover. He slowly wrapped his arms around the correct angel and smiled when he felt Gabriel run a hand through his hair. His headache disappeared instantly.

"I'm sorry Gabriel," Balthazar said, standing up and brushing the sand off of his clothes.

"It's fine. I'd rather it was you and not Lucifer or something," Gabriel said with a shrug "I woke up with two men."

Sam lifted his eyebrows and his stomach dropped when he thought one of them might have been Dean.

"Who?" Sam asked.

"Um…Crowley and Bobby," Gabriel said "Talk about an awkward morning."

Sam knit his eyebrows "Bobby? Crowley? They're here?"

Gabriel nodded "Apparently Balthazar dragged Bobby here and Michael brought Crowley…speaking of that…where the heck is that angel?"

"Where is Dean?" Sam asked, glancing around the beach. His eyes paused to see Dean looking frozen in Lucifer's arms.

"Oh you can't see his wings," Gabriel said "Yeah, Lucifer won't let your brother go. He has six wings holding him still."

"Hey douchebag," Sam growled, stomping over to Lucifer "Let my brother go."

Lucifer sighed and wiggled slightly as if trying to become comfortable. He pretended not to hear Sam.

"Come on, Luci," Gabriel said as he walked over. He glanced around to see Balthazar following them. Bobby and Crowley were walking down from the stage. The demon was babbling on and Bobby just looked really upset.

"Do you really want Castiel to see you?" Gabriel asked "You saw him last night."

Lucifer quickly let go of Dean, who instantly stood up and slammed a foot down on the black wings.

"Ow," Lucifer muttered as he sat up. He closed in four wings, leaving out just two. He stood up and stretched "Where is that little brat?"

All of them glanced around for Michael or Castiel.

"Maybe they left," Dean said, turning back to Gabriel.

"Maybe…" he said "But I can still sense them…somewhere."

"Nobody remembers what happened last night?" Sam asked, turning to Dean.

Dean pressed his lips together and lifted his eyebrows when Bobby stomped over looking like an angry bulldog. He had one brow missing and that just made him want to laugh. Not to mention the whipped cream and lollipop in his facial hair. What the hell happened?

Gabriel took a look over everyone's clothes. He lifted his eyebrows to see Crowley wearing a French maid outfit. How did he not notice that before?

"What are you wearing?" Sam asked Crowley.

Crowley stared down and his eyes darkened and cheeks reddened in embarrassment "Bollocks!" he hissed. He snapped his fingers and was suddenly wearing a suit again.

Sam then realized he was wearing very short booty shorts, no shirt and tan cowboy boots. He realized everyone was staring at him and he felt his cheeks and neck flush up "Can someone help me out here?"

Lucifer licked his lips and shook his head "Mm Mm Mm I'm lovin' it," he said smoothly.

Dean felt his heart skip a beat and he stared down to find himself wearing nothing but boxers with kittens on them. He sighed in relief…it was bad but at least it wasn't girl clothes.

Gabriel turned to his own clothes to find his shirt unbuttoned all the way down. His skin felt sticky and his pants and shirt were sticky as well and he could smell the whipped cream. He turned wild eyes to Bobby, who looked terrified as he felt his own sticky beard.

"Aw no way," Bobby growled "Friggen idjit, don't get any bright ideas. I would never do something like that."

Dean chewed on his lower lip "Guys…I kinda…well, the Absinthe was roofied."

All of the angels turned to Dean at the same time "Are you kidding? You roofied Angels of the Lord?" Balthazar asked.

Gabriel laughed "That's fine because I roofied all of the other booze."

Dean glared at him, wishing he could remember what happened. He glanced around to the mess "We really should find Castiel…"

They all agreed and began to walk down the shore.

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Michael took a deep breath and moaned when the sunlight burned his eyes as he tried to open them. Every muscle in his entire body ached and throbbed and it felt as though there was holy fire lighting up his brain and eyes and everything. And he knew what that felt like from experience. Okay, it wasn't that bad but still annoying. He was lying on his back.

He went to let his wings stretch and that was when he felt all six of them already out. He could feel that they were partially wet and curled over himself. He took a deep breath and was overwhelmed by the intense scent of alcohol. It made his stomach turn.

His eyes popped open when he felt movement on his body and his heart skipped a beat. He glanced down and arched an eyebrow when he realized he was wearing nothing but swimming shorts. He knit his eyebrows to see the angel in a trench coat curled over him. Castiel's body was completely on top of Michael's and he had one arm under Michael's back. The other hand was curled up to his face and Michael smiled to see Castiel's thumb in his mouth. He looked so adorable as he lay his head on Michael's chest. His wings were splayed across the entire surface and halfway in the green water.

Michael felt his stomach churn when he realized that the object they were on was swaying and bobbing on light waves. He glanced around to see that they were on a large, wooden door in the middle of endless green water. He couldn't see even a mere hint of land. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember the night before.

Castiel sighed and he curled tighter against the warm, smooth body beneath him. He could feel bare skin against his and the shallow breathing. He opened his eyes when he felt his thumb in his mouth. He quickly pulled it out to see the wet skin. He then felt his wings were unnaturally heavy with being soaked. He lifted his head up and gasped when he realized he was not on top of Dean but Michael.

"N-no Castiel," Michael hissed, sitting up when he realized the younger angel was about to freak out. He quickly grabbed the trench coat to hold Castiel still but it was no use. Castiel tried to jump off and for a moment, the door swayed and shook. After a few seconds, Michael hissed out when they fell over into the green liquid.

Castiel hissed out in pain as it shot through his body from his stomach. He quickly fumbled to grab onto the door and he pulled himself back up. Michael followed a moment later and the two of them let out deep breaths as they repositioned themselves.

Castiel and Michael glanced at each other and Castiel tilted his head when he noticed some very particular drawings scattered across his brother's face. Some were very inappropriate body parts all pointing towards his mouth. There was also breasts drawn on his forehead above his eyes.

Michael narrowed his eyes at the drawings on Castiel's face. There was an arrow pointing to his mouth with the words 'Insert Here' next to it. He was about to say something but Castiel turned his gaze down.

Castiel lifted his eyebrows when he realized he was wearing nothing but his trench coat and what he knew was called a speedo. The speedo was bright, neon orange. That wasn't what had him so surprised. All the way from his chest down to his groin was a drawing of someone's face. He knit his eyebrows when he recognized the face as Balthazar's. Balthazar was beaming with white teeth and holding up two thumbs. Castiel ran a hand over it and hissed in pain when he felt it stinging through him.

"Is that a tattoo?" Michael asked curiously. He had known about Sam and Dean getting tattoos to keep demons out. He didn't know angels could get them though.

Castiel pouted and nodded "I believe it is," he said "It hurts."

Both of them tried to remember what happened or how they ended up there. Castiel couldn't remember a thing after having a shots contest with Gabriel. Michael couldn't remember anything past taking a swim with Lucifer.

"Which way is the beach?" Castiel questioned, shaking out his wings to rid of some of the sticky sensation.

Michael scanned the area "Um…I think it's that way," he said, pointing to his left.

They both sighed and spread their wings.

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"Hey! There they are," Lucifer shouted. He pointed to the sky where Michael and Castiel were descending towards the ground. He belted out a laugh when he saw Castiel in the trench coat and speedo.

Castiel and Michael landed and walked towards the crowd that was waiting.

Dean froze and arched an eyebrow at his angel wearing nothing but a trench coat and speedo. He laughed at the sight but stopped when he noticed the huge tattoo covering most of his upper body. All of them turned to Balthazar, who was staring with wide eyes.

"I have no idea how that happened," he said, holding out his hands "But I must say, that is one sexy tattoo."

"Hey Dean…remember that," Lucifer said, pointing to Castiel's face where it said 'Insert Here'. Dean pressed his lips together and his cheeks reddened.

"Remember what?" Castiel asked, glancing around "And what is he doing here?" he glared at Crowley.

"Alright…does anyone have any idea what happened last night?" Gabriel asked as he wrapped an arm around Sam.

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Whew, I wrote that fairly fast! :D. I hope you all like it.

I am going to write another chapter replaying the events and how certain things came to be. Hehe. This is going to be fun

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