Ahh thank you all so very much for the reviews! I feel like…like…Gabriel in a candy store! AH. Seriously, I'm spoiled and I get so happy to see the reviews that I kinda squeak when I'm giggling …and…secretly…I got so happy that I danced and sung to the song 'Bye Bye Bye'…I think I've gone insane.

'Moonsaik' what do you mean by continuing? As in the drunk!angels or just the fic as a whole…because I do not plan to end this entire fic anytime soon. The drunk angels will have to come to a stop…for a few chapters…until they throw another party…even crazier second time round. Hehe.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything…though if I did, all of the angels would return and be DRUNK!

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Chapter 46: The Hangover Part 3:

Balthazar paused as he went on to the next picture. The entire room suddenly erupted in laughter. Balthazar couldn't even control his own. He had to place the camera down so he wouldn't drop it from shaking.

Crowley glowered at the screen and crossed his arms over his chest. He kicked Bobby's leg just because he was the closest person. He earned a crack to the head in response.

"Yeah yeah laugh it up," Crowley muttered in annoyance.

Dean was surprised to see Castiel laughing softly as he stared at the picture as well.

Crowley stood in a French maid outfit; his face was filled with complete annoyance and he held a feather duster in one hand and a tray filled with jello shots in the other.

. . .Flashback. . .

Dean and Lucifer leaned back against a log in front of the bonfire as they each sipped on a beer. Six shot glasses were placed in between them, filled with the glowing green liquid.

"You ready?" Lucifer asked as he turned to Dean.

Dean sighed "You realize that I'm human…this will literally kill me if I drink too much."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, his wings twitching "Whatever," he said, sounding like a teenage girl "You are aware this is a dream, correct?"

Dean nodded and opened his mouth to speak but Lucifer cut him off.

"And in a dream…well, it's just a dream…and though if you die in a dream you truly die in life…but it's a dream…and there are angels…in your dream," he said, knitting his eyebrows in confusion.

Dean just stared at him, his ears ringing with the word 'dream'. He had no idea how many times Lucifer said it but he was aware that it had been too many. He opened his mouth to speak again but was cut off.

"Let me go," Crowley growled, shoving at Michael as they landed beside the fire. He couldn't believe the archangel just dragged him out of Hell. What kind of game was this?

"Ah, perfect timing," Gabriel's voice sounded.

Crowley then realized he was surrounded by archangels. He froze, wondering where to go. Where would a demon go to escape four archangels who wanted him dead more than anything?

Crowley just stared and for once, he realized there was nothing he could do. They were going to kill him.

"Your right," the hallucination of Lucifer suddenly said "They are going to kill you."

Crowley groaned and rubbed a hand down his face "I seriously thought you were going to leave me be for a while."

Fake-Lucifer grinned "I think they should dress you up in a French maid outfit and dunk you in that ocean."

Crowley ground his teeth "What are you waiting for?" he asked the angels "Just get it over with."

Gabriel laughed "No way," he said. He snapped his fingers and Crowley's eyes widened when he felt a breeze wash over him. He glanced down at his body to see it covered in…French maid lingerie.

"Aw seriously?" Crowley sighed. He turned to fake-Lucifer, who was smirking wider.

"Sometimes I can have the ability to…well, be a muse…inspire ideas," fake-Lucifer said.

Dean laughed to see Crowley in that outfit. It was absolutely ridiculous and his drunken mind loved it "You should go throw him in that Absinthe…get him plastered," he said.

Gabriel and Michael grinned at each other and Crowley hissed out when he felt his body being pulled away.

"Nice one," Lucifer said "Now," he held up a shot to Dean.

Dean sighed and took it. He clearly didn't remember that the ocean was roofied nor would he even care if he did. He was too gone to care about a damn thing. He just gave a crooked smile and held up the shot.

Lucifer clinked his glass with Dean's and both of them took it. A moment later, Lucifer held up another and Dean sighed. They took the rest of the shots as well as a few more for good measure.

"Hello Dean," Castiel said. Dean glanced up at his angel and smiled widely. He had already missed the angel. Damn he was such a chick. He grabbed Castiel's hand and pulled him down so he was sitting beside Dean.

"You're a cruel ang-hic-el," Lucifer hiccupped. He blinked a few times as another hiccup burst through him. He then took a deep breath "Wow – hic – I'm dru – nk," he said, staring at the fire.

Dean chuckled, trying to stop his own body from the hiccups. Seeing someone with them was making him want to so badly. He just shook his head while taking Castiel's hand into his own. Castiel was glaring at Lucifer.

"Wh – at the he – ll," Lucifer choked out when he noticed the electric blue glare on him. He held out his hands "What's your pro – blem?"

Castiel continued to glare and wrapped an arm around Dean to pull him closer. Dean turned up to him in confusion as he was yanked roughly into a lap "Hey, I'm not some friggen chick," he mumbled, trying to pull away from his angel.

"You should leave Dean alone," Castiel wanted "I do not believe he wants to be 'round you."

Lucifer lifted his eyebrows and took a deep breath "You're jealous?" he asked "Because I'm talking to your little boy toy," he smiled when he realized he didn't have the hiccups anymore.

"Cas, what is wrong?" Dean asked, sensing the anger in his angel.

Castiel kept his cold gaze on Lucifer and the two angels just glared at each other for a moment before they heard Crowley's severely ticked off voice.

"You call yourselves angels?" Crowley hissed as he was thrown onto the sand by Michael.

Dean laughed when he set his eyes on the glowering demon. Crowley's leathery wings were twitching frantically and the colors were darkening substantially by the second.

"Hey maid," Lucifer called out "Gemme' some jello shots will you."

Crowley managed to get to his feet. He pointedly ignored Lucifer as he spread his wings to disappear.

"Ah ah ah," Michael tsked, grabbing one of the wings "I believe one of your masters asked you to get him some jello shots."

Dean chuckled but somehow he felt a little bad…actually, no he didn't. It was too funny to think of morals.

"You have to be kidding," Crowley hissed, turning to stare at Lucifer then back to Michael "Get your lazy feathery as-"

"Or we can just kill you…right here and now," Michael said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Or you can make a jacket out of his wings," Dean suggested "I personally think and demon leather jacket would be awesome."

"I like how you think," Lucifer said with a huge grin on his face "Who knew the Winshesther could be so creative. I always pegged Sam...ow!"

Dean whirled around to see Castiel holding a bundle of Lucifer's feathers. His eyes were set on Lucifer like he was prey.

"Castiel," Dean ground his teeth and pulled himself away from his angel "What is your friggen' problem?"

"He's talkin' you," Castiel said, his voice drawled out.

"Knock this jealous friggen angel crap off…seriously. You're really starin' to piss me off," Dean snapped, his head spinning from yelling. He shoved his angel's shoulder and Castiel gave him a glare.

"You will respect me, Dean," he said, standing up and brushing off his jacket.

Dean just stared at him in annoyance for a moment before choking out a laugh. Castiel was suddenly wearing nothing but his trench coat and an orange speedo that was so bright, it looked like it was glowing. Lucifer laughed beside him and Castiel looked down at his body…despite his anger, a smile curled his lips and he turned to see who did it.

Gabriel was standing behind Castiel with his hands on his hips. Sam stood beside him, laughing when he saw Cas.

"You look like some friggen superhero," Dean chuckled, holding his stomach which was starting to cramp from all of the laughter.

"This is all funny but," Crowley started "I should get going."

"No way. Jello shots…now," Lucifer demanded, snapping his fingers "Make it snappy."

Crowley glared but suddenly realized there was no getting out of this. Either give Lucifer his shots or have his wings turned into a leather jacket…and he knew the angels would do it. He sighed and closed his eyes, creating a tray filled with multicolored shots.

"Oh this is too good," Balthazar said as he walked over with the camera "Say demon!"

Crowley glared at the angel as he snapped a picture.

. . .Present. . .

Balthazar clicked onto the next photo and the room became silent for a moment before there was a murmuring.

"What the hell?" Bobby hissed "That picture ain't real…Lucifer is right. Someone screwed with these."

Crowley smirked "I might want a copy of that one," he said "It looks much better than the one I have."

Bobby ground his teeth and jabbed his elbow into Crowley's ribs, earning a grunt of the demon.

"How drunk were you, Bobby?" Dean asked, turning to his father-figure.

Bobby's cheeks were red "Next picture," he barked at Balthazar as he stared at the picture of him and Crowley definitely liplocked.

. . .Flashback. . .

"Hey, where is Castiel?" Dean asked, glancing around. He blinked rapidly as the beach spun, making him feel nauseous. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He could see the flickering fire beating against his eyelids but he didn't want to open his eyes. He honestly felt like he was going to throw up. He didn't realize he was so drunk…he knew he probably wouldn't remember anything in the morning.

Lucifer glanced around the beach "Um," he said "He is over there!"

Dean opened his eyes to see Lucifer pointing to where Castiel and Balthazar were standing by some kegs near the stage. He smiled at his angel talking animatedly with his hands. Balthazar was just laughing and Dean knew Castiel was probably talking about something completely ridiculous.

"Hey Crowley," Lucifer suddenly said and Dean turned his attention to where the demon was sitting on a log, his legs flat in front of him. He wanted to sit comfortably but that would just involve his stupid puffy skirt lifting to give everyone quite a view. Dean just grinned again at how incredibly hilarious Crowley looked in the stupid outfit. It was bad enough that he was a man with quite hairy legs but the friggen demon wings just made it so much better.

"What is it, Lucifer?" Crowley bit back.

"Hey! Talk to your master with respect," Michael said as he walked over. He took a seat on the other side of Dean.

Crowley ground his teeth "Are you going to kill me yet?" he asked, really hating how he was being treated like a little slave to the angels. Death would be so much more welcoming.

"How did that little deal go with Bobby again?" Lucifer asked "I would like to see it."

Bobby, who was sitting quietly on a separate log, lifted his head "Oh no," he said "not happening."

Crowley smirked and stood up "As you wish," he said, walking over to Bobby, who jumped up to his feet.

Dean laughed as he watched Bobby shuffle through his pockets for any sort of weapon but he came out empty-handed. He backed up as Crowley closed the distance and hissed out when the back of his legs bumped the log. He began to fall backwards, arms flailing to the sides.

Crowley bit down on his lip as he grabbed Bobby's shirt to stop his fall. He then yanked it, pulling the hunter forward. Bobby lost balance once more, falling into the demon's arm. He shoved at Crowley but the demon smirked and latched one hand onto the back of his head.

Dean laughed as Crowley yanked Bobby's mouth to his. He knew it was cruel and he should stop it but he was very sure he wouldn't be able to walk if he wanted to. Bobby grunted and shoved at the demon and Dean turned when a flash lit up the scene.

Gabriel was holding the camera towards Bobby and Crowley as he stood on the other side of the log. He chuckled and pointed at them "That was a perfect picture," he said, throwing the camera up only to catch it a moment later.

Crowley finally released Bobby, whose eyes were lit up in fury "You slimy little," he started but Gabriel cut him off with a snap. A moment later, Crowley was sitting back in his spot and Bobby was sitting back on the log with tape over his mouth.

There was a loud crack sound and everyone stood up in an instant. Dean wobbled and his head spun. He grabbed onto Michael's shoulder to keep balance. Michael almost fell over from the sudden weight as he and Dean tried to peer over but the bonfire was in the way. Dean supposed angel mojo was keeping it going to long. Any other bonfire would have been done after that many hours.

"It's just Cassie and Balth," Gabriel informed "Seems they've started playing with fireworks."

Dean sighed "This gona' end badly," he said.

Michael stared up as a burst of colors exploded into the sky.

"Hey…who came up with the whole kissing to seal a deal?" Dean asked curiously, turning to Lucifer.

Lucifer smirked "That'd be mwah," he said, placing a hand onto his chest.

"Why?" Dean asked, knitting his eyebrows. He figured Lucifer would think of a more creative way to go about it.

"Because he likes the idea of humans consorting physically with demons," Crowley added in, wiggling his eyebrows at Bobby, who had already removed the tape and was sitting there with a scowl.

Dean let out a laugh as he stared at Bobby, who looked ready to tear the entire beach apart "Don' you think kissing is a lil' bori-" Dean started. He was cut off when he felt a hand close onto his lower back and another strong hand grab the back of his head. Before he had time to react, he felt his body spin around and he blinked to find himself liplocked with Lucifer. It took him a moment to comprehend what happened before he was shoving at the archangel with all of the strength he had…which wasn't much when he was this plastered. Lucifer held onto him like a statue as he tried to gather further access into the kiss. Dean was vaguely aware of the flash that sparked over them and he angrily bit down own Lucifer's lip.

. . .Present. . .

There was a long moment of silence when the picture came onto the screen. Dean couldn't believe it…it had to be fake. Lucifer would not kiss him nor would he allow such a thing. Though he looked very much pissed in the picture, his hands pressed up on Lucifer's chest. Fireworks lit up the sky behind them and Dean thought the picture would have been romantic if there were other people on it.

"Um," Lucifer said, lifting his eyebrows. He opened his mouth to speak but he really couldn't think of anything to say. He turned worried eyes over to where Castiel was now sitting up on the couch, his steel cold, furious eyes on Lucifer.

"Cas," Dean said, grabbing his hand and squeezing it "Please don't fight right now."

"What the hell happened to make you two kiss, anyways?" Sam asked from a couch behind. He laughed "Looks like a Disney picture."

Gabriel chuckled "I kind of remember that…vaguely…I think it had to do with making deals."

Dean felt his stomach drop "Deal? What deal?" he asked and he felt the temperature drop beside him as Castiel became more angry.

"Hey hey hey," Lucifer defended when everyone looked at him "I would know if I made a deal…no deals…and I'm not a damn demon. I was simply proving to Dean why I picked kissing to make a deal…and how kissing can be very passionate if you let it."

"You remember?" Dean asked, sitting up to glare at him with Castiel. His cheeks reddened in embarrassment with the knowledge that he was kissed by friggen Lucifer.

Lucifer lifted his eyebrows "N-no," he said quickly "I don't remember…I just think that would be a justifiable reasoning for me to kiss him if we were on the subject of demon deals."

"Next picture please…I'm scarred for life now," Dean muttered, clasping Castiel's hand tighter. He really didn't want to see a fight break out yet.

Balthazar shook his head "Things you people do when you drunk," he mumbled as he clicked onto the next.

Dean sighed miserably when he realized he was once again, one of the main subjects in the photo. And that time, he was in the kitten boxers. So whatever happened from the time Lucifer kissed him until this was when he was stripped. He turned his eyes to Michael, who was staring at the picture with curious eyes.

. . .Flashback. . .

Dean gasped when he finally managed to pry Lucifer's ice cold lips from his. He knew Lucifer ran cold but damn it felt like he just sucked on an ice cube. He shivered as it felt like ice poured through his veins and he had pushed against Lucifer so hard that he lost complete balance of his body.

He threw his arms out to catch onto something when he felt his body falling back towards the fire but he came up empty. His heart skipped a beat when he felt a pressure as he slammed into something but a moment later, he hissed out when he felt fire curl up around his clothes.

Michael gasped when he felt a pressure slam into his body. He spun to find Dean falling on top of him and before he could catch balance, he felt his own drunken body give way and topple backwards into the high risen bonfire. He yelped out in pain as the flames licked through his feathers, burning them all across. He quickly wrapped his free wings around Dean to try and keep the fire from burning the human.

"Oh crap," Lucifer said. His grace twisted when he felt Michael's become burned. He quickly stuck his hands into the fire and grabbed his brother's hand. Michael quickly let go of Dean the moment they were free of the fire. He flapped his wings out of control, trying to bat off the flames that were still frying through them. He winced and fell onto the sand, growling in pain. He breathed out a sigh of relief when he felt something cold fall all over his wings, soothing and putting out the fire.

Dean hissed out as he quickly threw off his burning clothes. He was left standing in nothing but his boxers. He turned his eyes to see there were kittens on them…he was sure he didn't buy kitten boxers ever before in his entire life. He shrugged it off and quickly averted his eyes to see Michael lying in the sand. His wings were completely covered in wet sand but Dean could see the smoke lightly billowing up from them. Instantaneously, he felt guilty.

"Hey what happened?" Sam asked and Dean turned to see him walking over in Daisy Dukes and cowboy boots.

Dean started laughing, wishing he could get a picture. Sam stumbled and tripped as he tried to reach them.

"Daisy dear," Gabriel said.

Sam lifted his head, his shaggy hair whipping across his face in the process. He turned and smiled as Gabriel strolled over.

Dean lifted his eyebrows as he leaned down beside Michael, who looked about ready to pass out.

"What happened to Michael?" Sam asked, smelling something in the air.

"Deano you should help Mikie," Gabriel said, his tone demanding. He then turned to Sam and Dean lifted his eyebrows to see Gabriel swoop Sam up into his arms, bridal style and walk towards the stage. It had to be one of the funniest sights he had ever seen.

Lucifer stood back for a moment before running over to the water. He filled at least four large buckets up with the Absinthe and brought them back over to where Michael was standing up with his glorious silvery blue wings looking dull and charred.

Dean was extremely wasted, that wasn't a lie, but he knew he could help Michael and somewhere deep inside, he was glad to finally be able to feel his wings. He was a little upset it had to be when they were damaged but still.

"I'll be fine," Michael said, giving them a nod before heading towards the stage.

"Ono' you don'," Dean shouted, running over to the archangel who was stumbling in the thick sand. He reached one hand out to gently graze against the feathers.

Michael paused mid-step and stiffened when he felt a complete wave of euphoria rush through his veins from his wings. He shuddered as the pain drastically decreased from his feathers. He spun around to see Dean standing there with a hand out "Did you just do that?" he asked, his feathers twitching painfully.

Dean nodded "Let me help you," he said "These spirit fingers work amazing," he wiggled his fingers around with a smirk.

Michael tilted his head slightly "What are spirit fingers?" he questioned.

Dean sighed and shook his head "Just turn around," he said.

"Here, this should help," Lucifer said, walking over with three buckets full of Absinthe. The liquid splashed around and over the edges as he walked crookedly over the sand. He placed them down in front of Michael, who stared at them for a moment.

Michael took a deep breath and lifted the first bucket. He held it up to his mouth and began to drown the entire thing non-stop. He licked his lips as he chucked the empty bucket behind him before grabbing the second one.

Dean lifted his eyebrows as Michael finished off the rest of the alcohol. He then turned around and Dean gazed over the glorious wings as all six of them sprawled out.

"Lucifer come here!" Gabriel shouted into the microphone.

Lucifer lifted his head up and grinned when he saw them setting the karaoke back up. He bit down on his lip and turned to Michael for a moment "You mind if I go up there?"

"Go away," Dean said, reaching a hand out to feel Michael's wings.

Lucifer gave a nod before popping up onto the stage.

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Sorry to end it there but I wanted to get something out before going on. It might take a little bit longer than usual to get the next part out if my muse keeps being stubborn like it is right now.

So there will be another part. O.o.

Didn't realize this much stuff happened. Hehe.

Please please review. I know this chapter isn't as well written as the ones I posted yesterday but I will get out of this block. :D.