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So in this chapter, they will be looking at pictures. I will start with one picture and begin to flash back…every once in a while – when something funny happens – I will go back to present time to show their reactions to the picture. Haha. Let the fun begin. ^-^

BTW…the moon is reddish orange right now and I'm like…I can't even think straight…it's so beautiful.

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And plz excuse grammar/spelling mistakes. I've been writing these so fast, sometimes I don't pick up on them right away.

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Chapter 45: The Hangover Part 2:

"Wow Michael," Lucifer said, acknowledging the drawings on his face. He laughed at one which ended right at his mouth.

Michael became confused as they all laughed. He had no idea what was wrong but he assumed someone drew on his face like Castiel. He really wished he knew who did it. He sighed and mentally cleaned his face.

"Wait a sec," Balthazar suddenly said as everyone stared at each other blankly "I think I have pictures."

Dean arched an eyebrow as he walked over to Castiel. He stared at the tattoo on his angel's chest and placed a hand on it. Castiel winced and pulled back slightly as the pain burned through him.

"Can you heal it?" Dean questioned, staring up into those pained bright blue eyes.

Castiel thought about it, pursing his lips "I think I can," he said. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he allowed his powers to heal the tattoo. It tingled through his skin before rushing into the mark where the tattoo was.

"Aw that was such a nice one," Balthazar said as he walked over to the sand where his jacket was "You didn't want to look at me for eternity?"

"He would probably get a new vessel before that ever happened," Lucifer snarked with a laugh.

Castiel smiled to see the horrible tattoo completely vanished. He was about to mojo some clothes on but Dean stopped him "No way. Stay like that," he said with a grin as he slid a hand down the smooth, healed skin of his angel.

"Ah, here we are," Balthazar said, lifting a very nice camera from the jacket pocket. He paused and turned to each person "Are we sure we want to see these?" he asked.

Everyone nodded and Gabriel snapped his fingers. Dean watched as a huge, theater sized TV formed itself onto the beach. Couches and chairs appeared right in front of it and with a clap of hands, clouds covered the sun so whatever was on the screen could be more visible.

"I started taking pictures once Michael face-planted into the keg," Balthazar said with a smirk as he walked over to the TV. He placed the camera down and hooked it up to a cord that appeared out of nowhere. He then brought the camera over to a plush chair, the cord extending as he walked.

Dean took a deep breath and smiled as he grabbed Castiel's hand. He stared over to his angel to notice all of the markings were off his face. The two of them then sat upon one of the couches in the front.

Gabriel grinned when Sam stepped in front of him. Sam hissed out when he felt a hand crack across his bare cheeks that were hanging out of the booty shorts. He couldn't believe how uncomfortable it felt in a certain area. He ground his teeth and glared at Gabriel as he tried to adjust the shorts that felt as though they were sticking to his skin.

"Look at those legs," Lucifer whistled as he walked beside Gabriel "Think you look better in those Daisy Dukes than the original."

Gabriel chuckled softly in agreement. He then smirked and tossed a pen onto the sand "Sammy, you think you can pick that up for me?" he asked.

Sam shot them an irritated look before taking a seat on the closest couch he could. Gabriel smiled as he flopped onto the couch beside the hunter. He then leaned back against the armrest and pulled Sam's legs onto his lap.

"What idjit shaved off my eyebrow?" Bobby asked as he sat down on the other side of Dean. He reached up to feel the smooth skin where it used to be.

Everyone glanced at each other curiously but honestly nobody had an idea. Dean turned to Bobby and had to hold his breath to refrain from laughing because – really – it looked hilarious on his face. He grinned, though when he plucked the lollipop from his scruff. Bobby hissed out and smacked Dean's hand but rolled his eyes when he noticed the candy.

"I think something might have happened between you and – " He was cut off before he could finish.

"I didn't do anything with anyone you damn idjit," Bobby muttered, annoyed.

"You seem really defensive," Lucifer noted as he took a seat on the couch directly beside the one Dean, Cas and Bobby were on.

"You know what that means," Balthazar added.

"He probably remembers – is that even whipped cream on your face or something else sticky and white," Lucifer continued.

"Shut the hell up!" Bobby growled "Don't know how I put up with you asshats."

"Lucifer, will you stop it," Michael chided as he sat beside his brother "In case you don't recall, you were almost crying last night."

"Was not," Lucifer defended with wide eyes.

"Ooh now who sounds defensive," Dean said as he entwined his fingers with Castiel's.

"Will you please just shut up," Balthazar said "So we can start looking at the pictures…there are quite a few."

Every quieted down as they anticipated to reveal the events which occurred the night before. Crowley stuffed himself on the other side of Bobby, who elbowed him hard in the ribs.

"You ready?" Balthazar asked as he lifted his camera.

Everyone nodded and he turned it on.

All at once, everyone turned their eyes to Michael at the first picture. It was a close up of his face with huge, wide eyes and a tilted head.

. . .Flashback. . .

"What is that thing?" Michael asked as he lifted himself up off of the ground. His cheek throbbed from where it slammed into the keg but he ignored it to look at the object in Balthazar's hands. Before the younger angel could reply, Michael tore it from his hands to inspect it.

He tilted his head as he flipped it to stare at the small circular piece of glass that protruded from the rest. His eyes widened when a bright flash blew up in his eyes. He quickly dropped the object and rubbed the sting from his eyes. He was astonished at how bright it was…of course, he was used to bright lights but that one was just unexpected.

Balthazar laughed as he lifted the camera up off of the sand. He inspected the picture and chuckled to himself "It's called a camera, Michael. It takes pictures."

Michael knit his eyebrows and saw little spots everywhere he looked "I think it messed up my eyes," he said.

"It'll go away in a few seconds," Balthazar said, giving him a pat on the shoulder. He couldn't stop grinning as he realized how drunk Michael already was. He could barely walk straight and he was beginning to slur his speech. He definitely couldn't hold his liquor. He just shook his head before turning around to take some more pictures.

"Hey!" Gabriel suddenly shouted. He glowered when his eyes set on Sam standing in front of the stage. He was holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand, taking a swig from it as two half-naked girls began to grind against him.

"Hey Gabe," Sam said as he finished his swig and turned to see the archangel stumble over, his amber-gold eyes lit with annoyance.

Gabriel grabbed an arm of each woman. They both made sounds of protest as he pushed them away. He then closed the distance to Sam and wrapped an arm around the hunter's waist.

"Nobody gets to grind my moose but me," Gabriel said flatly. He turned to the girls and snapped his fingers. Instantly, all of the extra people on the beach faded into nothing, leaving nobody but the angels and the two hunters.

"Oh come on," Sam said as he took another sip and stared down at the archangel "Are you really jealous?" he asked, his voice lit with amusement. He had never seen Gabriel get jealous before.

Gabriel felt his stomach warm as the tall hunter wrapped his arms around him. He hissed out in delight when he felt Sam's hands brush into his wings. Pleasure coursed through his veins and he realized his wings were ultra-sensitive. That was one thing about angels…when they drink, their wings become more sensitive than anything. He couldn't help the moan "Oh right there Sammy," he breathed.

Sam grinned when he felt Gabriel shudder in his arms. He then felt the warmth and tingling in his fingertips and realized he must have been touching the wings "Right here?" he asked as he dropped the bottle of whiskey. He entwined both of his hands into the warmth and Gabriel moaned louder, his head slumping onto Sam's chest.

"Oh yes," Gabriel groaned, vibes shooting up and down his spine.

Sam grinned smugly and then leaned his head over Gabriel's shoulder. He took a deep breath before opening his mouth. He lifted his eyebrows to feel the warmth and tingling on his tongue and he gently bit down.

Gabriel gasped and moaned loudly as the most unbelievable pleasure pulsed through him. He felt his knees buckle and he was suddenly on the ground. Before Sam could react, he turned amber-gold eyes at the hunter and shook his head "Oh now you're gonna' get it," he said, grabbing his hand.

Sam grunted as he was pulled across the beach. Gabriel stopped once they were out of sight and behind the stage. He pushed the hunter onto the ground and crawled on top of him, beginning to press kisses along his neck.

. . .Present. . .

Balthazar paused and the room filled with groans and gagging when he stopped on a very inappropriate picture of Sam and Gabriel. Let's just say Sam was on his hands and knees.

"Oh my…" Sam gasped "Balthazar! What the hell!" his cheeks turned dark scarlet and he hid his face.

"Aw come on…that's just sick," Dean muttered, shielding his eyes.

"Friggen idjit!" Bobby shouted, turning his head "I don't have enough brain bleach to ever rid of that image."

Balthazar chuckled as he moved onto the next picture.

Everyone then turned to Castiel, who was tilting his head at the picture.

. . .Flashback. . .

"Castiel!" Dean shouted "C'mere man."

Castiel began to walk over to Dean. He gasped when he started to trip over a branch that appeared out of nowhere. He turned his eyes to see Michael laughing with Balthazar. He glared at them for a moment before remembering a certain gesture he learned from Dean. He lifted up his hand and stuck up his middle finger at them. He blinked when a flash burst in front of his eyes and he then noticed Balthazar hunched over, laughing even harder.

"Did you just flip them off?" Dean suddenly asked.

Castiel turned to his hunter "I liffed my middle finger at them…if thas whatchu mean," he slurred.

Dean beamed and chuckled as he grabbed the lapels of Castiel's trenchcoat. He yanked him into a rough and needy kiss. Castiel moaned into his mouth and Dean clutched onto him tighter, wanting more. Dean was drunk and he definitely knew that…he couldn't control himself one bit anymore. He bit down on Castiel's lower lip, earning a surprised hiss from his angel. He then clutched the arches of Castiel's wings and squeezed them as he kissed him harder.

Castiel shivered in delight, trying to hold Dean as tightly as he could.

Dean gasped "Cas…ca-can't breathe," he choked out as his ribs felt on the verge of snapping.

"Oh sorry," Castiel said, letting go of him.

Dean took a deep breath, his body hot and bothered but he really wanted Castiel to do this "C'mere," he said, grabbing his angel's hand. He pulled him over to where a keg stood. Gabriel was on his hands with his feet being held up by Sam. A tube reached from the keg and into Gabriel's mouth.

After a moment, Gabriel hopped back onto his feet. He grinned as he lifted the keg up. He shook it to prove it was empty before tossing it. He turned to Castiel "Your turn," he said.

Castiel tilted his head "What do I do?" he asked.

"We hold your legs up so your standing on your hands…then you drink the beer from that tube," Gabriel said, pointing to where a few more kegs were "Though I don't expect you do drink the whole thing…that takes a lot of practice."

Castiel arched an eyebrow "Really?" he asked "Get me three."

Dean lifted his eyebrows "Cas…are you sure?"

Castiel nodded and Gabriel let out a laugh. He shook his head as he pulled over three kegs. He pumped them ready then lined them up side-by-side and held out his hands "Come on…I'll hold ya' up."

Castiel shook his head with a shit-eating grin on his face "I got it," he said, walking over.

Dean widened his eyes at his angel and turned to see Sam and Gabriel each with the same reaction. Gabriel crossed his arms as the younger angel walked over to the kegs. He took a deep breath and in a simple motion, latched his hands onto the handles of the middle keg. He then swung his legs up until he was at an upright position. He took a deep breath and moved one hand off of the handle, using just one arm to hold the rest of his body up. He grabbed the three tubes and placed all of them into his mouth. Then one-by-one, he opened the valves. Instantly, he could feel the beer flowing into him. He held the three tubes in place while holding himself up.

Dean stared with huge eyes as he watched his angel do something he probably never thought he would ever see in his life. Castiel's wings were even held out perfectly to the sides, adding more balance. Gabriel whistled as he turned watched…he half expected Castiel to let go after a short time but he was holding on strong.

"Damn Cassie," Balthazar said, lifting the camera. He snapped a picture and laughed "That's what I'm talking about…it's the quiet, nerdy ones that surprise you the most."

Dean laughed and beamed at Castiel proudly. It was a surprisingly short amount of time before Castiel hoisted his legs down onto the sand. He wiped his mouth and shook his head as everything spun around him furiously. He stumbled for a moment and smiled when arms wrapped tightly around him.

Gabriel walked over to the kegs to inspect them. He lifted each one and laughed when he discovered they were all as empty as they could get "Wow Cas," he said "I admit, I'm impressed…but now you're completely screwed up."

Castiel smiled with glazed eyes as he leaned against Dean.

Michael watched them for another moment before gazing around the beach. His eyes set on Lucifer, who was sitting on the stage alone, his legs swaying from side to side as he stared over the water. Michael instantly made his way over…if Lucifer noticed him walking over, he didn't show it. Michael stumbled over the cord for the microphone as he tried to walk over. He hissed out in pain when he fell on his face beside his brother.

Lucifer turned to see Michael on his face and he smiled slightly. He sighed and shook his head as Michael climbed back onto his feet. He then sat beside Lucifer. He stared over at the green glowing ocean; it was silent except for the sounds of laughter by the bonfire where Michael could see them holding Sam upside down to drink from a keg.

"Why aren't you joining the party?" Michael questioned, his head spinning dizzily.

Lucifer was silent for a moment "I'm just thinking," he said.

"About what?" Michael asked, staring at the way the moonlight illuminates his brother's wings. He could see the light starting to shine through more and it made his own grace feel warm.

Lucifer took a deep breath "Just remembering," he said softly "How things were before my fall."

Michael felt like someone dropped ice into his gut "Why are you thinking about that?" he asked.

Lucifer felt his grace twist and he tried to stop it but he felt his eyes begin to burn and a trickle down his cheek. He closed his eyes when he felt Michael's grace touch his as Michael brushed the wetness from his cheek. He turned to his brother "How do you think things would be if I never fell?"

Michael bit down on his lip. He really didn't know what to say about it "Lucifer…" he sighed "Come here."

Lucifer shook his head and pulled away. He was really buzzed and he felt pathetic for letting emotions rise. Normally, he was the life of the party but being like this…with his brothers…it just made him wonder. Michael rolled his eyes and grabbed Lucifer's wing "You. Come here," he said.

Lucifer couldn't help the smile at his brother's demanding tone. He grit his teeth when Michael jumped down from the stage, pulling him with.

"Where are we going?" Lucifer asked as Michael dragged him along.

Michael stopped and Lucifer arched an eyebrow to see him stripping off his clothes.

"We are brothers, Michael," he said.

"Oh shut up," Michael snapped.

Lucifer lifted his eyebrows. He had never once heard Michael say 'shut up' to him before. It was quite amusing.

"Strip," Michael said "I heard swimming like this is relaxing."

Lucifer laughed "You want to skinny dip?" he asked, his voice incredulous.

"Don't take everything off," he said.

Lucifer nodded and snapped his fingers. Michael paused to see both him and Lucifer in nothing but swimming shorts. Lucifer sighed "Okay, let's go swim," he said, running towards the water.

. . .Present. . .

Balthazar stopped on the picture he managed to capture. He was nearly positive this would never happen again. It was a perfect image of Michael and Lucifer on the stage together. The pain in both archangel's eyes was clear as Michael had a thumb on Lucifer's cheek, wiping away the single tear. It literally looked like a picture to be cherished.

"That is fake," Lucifer suddenly said crossing his arms "Someone messed with that picture."

Michael was smiling, happy to see that the moment was captured but he felt strange…like that was a personal moment between brothers that nobody should see. He sent Balthazar a look and the angel instantly widened his eyes and nodded. He quickly changed the picture, still surprised by the silence in the room once it came up. Nobody seemed to want to say anything about it either too afraid or just too surprised.

The room then filled up with laughter at the next image. Michael and Bobby happened to be the stars of that one.

. . .Flashback. . .

"Cas, what are you doing?" Dean asked as he stumbled across the beach. His angel and Michael were standing side-by-side with very…dark looks on their faces.

Dean lifted his eyebrows to see Bobby standing in front of them. He looked very upset as he shouted at the angels "You idjits bring me back this instant!" he shouted.

"Bobby?" Dean asked, stumbling into Castiel as he tripped on a piece of seaweed.

"Dean…can you tell these asshats to send me back to my own damn dream?" Bobby growled "That idiot right there just barged on into my head and dragged me here," he was pointing to Balthazar, who was grinning stupidly.

"Mwah?" he asked, pointing to himself "How could you say such a thing?"

Bobby was fuming as he started to storm over to Balthazar.

"Bobby, calm down. Have fun. We have enough alcohol," Dean said, holding out a hand.

Bobby punched his hand away. Dean hissed out from the sudden pain and clutched his hand.

"Don't touch Dean," Castiel said, his voice thick and drunken as he swayed in front of Dean.

Bobby arched an eyebrow "Oh quiet you," he said.

Castiel turned to Michael, who was staring off into nowhere "Michael…I think Bobby needs to cool down," he said, giving a hint.

Michael stared for a moment before a smirk curled onto his face. He was drunk and all he wanted to do was mess with people. Michael hadn't realized he was so cruel when this obliterated but he wanted to have fun. Before the eldest hunter could react, Michael grabbed onto the top of his arm and spread his wings.

"Hey!" Dean shouted as Michael soared up into the air with a thrashing and cursing Bobby.

Michael took a deep breath as he rose higher "You might want to stop moving. I am very uncerdnated right now. I could drop you," he said to the hunter.

"I am going to kill you," Bobby growled "Put me down!"

Michael smiled and turned to stare at the many people on the beach who were now running over to watch the scene unfold "You want me to drop you? Okay."

"Who is he about to drop?" Sam asked Dean as he ran over.

"H-he has Bobby," Dean said, staring with wide eyes. He didn't even know what to make of the scene.

"Are you serious?" Sam asked, his voice extremely loud. Far too louder than what it needed to be.

Balthazar stared in shock but lifted the camera to get a snapshot. Michael's silvery blue wings were glowing in the midnight sky as he held Bobby over the glowing green ocean. He lifted his eyebrows but snapped the picture just as Michael let go of the hunter. Bobby fell about ten feet into the water. It wasn't far but it was still a cruel thing to do.

"I'm so proud of him," Lucifer said to the side of Dean as he stared up at Michael, who was flying back to the sand.

Dean turned to see Castiel running over to Michael. He stared in shock as they friggen high fived each other. Dean had never known his angel could be so evil.

A moment later, Bobby was climbing onto the beach, completely soaked. His eyes were completely glazed over and Dean knew he was already drunk from the extra wormwood and roofied Absinthe. He stared around for a moment, shooting everyone a glare before stomping over to the tables where the alcohol resided.

"You know what!" Michael said loud and drunkenly "I'ma get that demon!"

"Hell yah," Dean said, cheering him on.

"Michael you shouldn't," Lucifer said "I really don't think you should go out fly-"

He was cut off as Michael disappeared with a smirk on his face.

Dean laughed "I think that was a 'screw you'."

Lucifer rolled his eyes and turned to Dean "Wan' go take shots w'me?" he slurred.

Dean knit his eyebrows for a moment before grinning "Why the heck not?" he said.

Lucifer's face lit excitedly and Dean grunted when he felt the hand clasp onto his wrist like a metal clamp. He was either too drunk to stop it or too drunk to care as he let Lucifer drag him over to the bonfire.

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Okay, so this is ending up A LOT longer than I expected. Please don't be mad but there will be one more part to this. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

It's been fun writing it. :D Please leave reviews…seriously…four updates within 24 hours! You seriously just inspire me to go on and on when you review like that!

Also, what do you think of Michael and Castiel becoming cruel and very funny when drunk…I like the idea…like they say…watch out of the quiet ones…