Title: Sex Drunk
Notes: just a little cheer up quickie for @hornsonmysoul, because ily, be nice to yourself (loosely based off what I remember of the episode ‘99 problems’ with the whore of babylon, I know this doesn’t really work with the timeline of it but anyway)
“What’s with the angel passed out on the bed?”
Dean pulled his jacket off and tossed it over the back of a chair, eyeing Cas spread out on one bed on top of the comforter, trench coat and shoes still on.
“He showed up drunk.”
On the small couch, hunched over an old book, Sam didn’t even bother to look up at Dean.
“What, seriously? He can even get drunk?”
Sighing, Sam ran a hand through his hair and finally sat back, looking at Dean. “He said he drank a whole liquor store. I think he might have meant that literally.”
Dean pulled a dingy glass down from a kitchenette cupboard and filled it with tap water. “Man, what is up with him.”
“He called me stupid when I asked if he was ok.”
“I mean, it’s kind of obvious he’s not.”
Setting the water down on the table, Dean moved to root through a duffel bag at the end of the couch, pulling out a bottle of aspirin.
“Taking a minute to get his head on.”
Passing the couch, Dean patted Sam on the arm and his brother leaned into it before settling back quietly over his book. Picking up the water, Dean took the aspirin over to the bed and sat down hard, bouncing the mattress.
Cas was dead to the world.
“Maybe you should let him sleep,” Sam said.
“Maybe you should mind your business.”
The bitch face he got for that was reassuring. Things’d be fine between them. Always were.