Note: This was just because my sister won a game of "kirk and spock". lol (This is a made-up game. The rules are: pick a fictional character and try to fit them into a role from the old Star Trek.) She won, so I wrote this as her prize. :D

"Angels Shouldn't Drink"

He squinted, and asked, "Cas?"

The little kid in a trench coat made a small noise that sounded like, "Mmee."

Dean rubbed his eyes. He took another look at the wings--fluffy white things that were even bigger than the little dude that wore them.

"Uh... What's going on?"

"I'm being punished," Cas said, then burst into tears.

Dean freaked out. A little kid, fine. A little kid with wings, well, okay. But a little kid crying and with wings--

"Wait, wait! Hey, don't do that..." He tried to find somewhere to pat, but the wings were in the way, so eventually he settled for the furry head.

Castiel sniffled and rubbed his big, blue eyes. "So, uh, why do you think you're being punished?"

"I drank... a little," the angel confessed, giant tears rolling down his thin face.

Dean felt embarrassingly sorry for him, but he couldn't help the little snerk that emerged. Cas burst into tears again.

"Oh, man! Look, would you stop doing that? It's not the end of the world!" An aggrieved glare. "Ahem."

"I mean, we can fix this. Maybe you just have to be sober again... Come on. Let's get you back to the motel before someone starts asking questions."

Later at the motel...

"Dean," Sam said. He looked like he wanted to say more, but words failed him, and he finally just settled for giving him that peeved, 'what have you done now?' look.

Cas started crying again. "Oh, for-- What now?"

Angry blue eyes met his. "I'm still an angel of the Lord!" He kicked Dean in the shin.

"Oh, you can burn out my eyeballs, and you go for the shin?"

Dean sat down on the bed, rubbing the sore spot.

Sam shook his head, all-knowingly. "Castiel, maybe... I think..." He cleared his throat, and nodded with his head at Dean, like he was trying to tell him something.

Meanwhile, Cas was whimpering uncontrollably. Dean frowned and mouthed, "What?"

"You know," Sam mouthed back, and made rocking motions. Dean gave him a look, and he made a last hand signal.

"Ohh..."

"Uh... Cas... Time for bed."

Amazingly, the little guy came and climbed onto the bed, and snuggled up beside Dean, big, giant wings nearly covering most of him in a blanket of fluffy white. Dean thought he was asleep, so he stood up.

"Dean...?" emerged a little voice from beneath the wing arches.

"Yeah?"

"Sing to me?"

Sam covered his mouth and, shoulders shaking, turned and moved over to the bathroom door and leaned against the wall. Dean glared helplessly at his trembling back.

Blushing, he cleared his throat, and started into a rendition of "Rock-a-bye Baby" that made Sam laugh even harder and disappear into the bathroom. The door shut, but a loud guffaw emerged. Dean made a mental note to kill him later.

When he stopped, the only sound he could hear was a soft, wheezy snore. With a relieved sigh, he sat down on Sam's bed and started unlacing his boots.

Looking over at the curly, brown head, he thought Cas kinda looked cute... when he wasn't in perpetual tears. "Hey, Sa--" he started to say, and then decided to just let him figure it out for himself. It'd serve him right if he stayed in the bathroom all night.

Laughing softly to himself, he buried his face in a pillow and went to sleep.

The end!