Incredibly Single & Ready to Mingle
Dean/Cas AU 3.6k [ao3]
Sam posts an awful photo of Dean on Facebook… as far as retaliation tactics go, it doesn’t quite pan out.
Downstairs, Sam is listening to annoying, twangy country music at full volume, and Dean has the kind of hangover usually reserved for tourists stupid enough to buy roadside moonshine in New Orleans.
He didn’t even touch the hard stuff last night. It shouldn’t be possible to feel this sick from the cheap beer he’s been drinking for years without consequence, and yet here he is. One wrong move away from hurling every cookie he ever ate. It’s not even remotely fair. It’s Charlie’s fault, he knows that much.
Last night had been his twenty-fourth birthday, and he’d decided to make it a quiet one at home.
Just a few friends, a couple of drinks, a little music. It started out that way. But then his best friend—currently on probation for that title, he decides now—suggested they watch the Star Wars trilogy. And then someone else suggested they take a drink every time Chewbacca makes a noise, and every time a stormtrooper actually hits the thing they were aiming at, and chug continuously any time the force was being used to choke someone.
Soon, Dean was drunk enough to start digging through the cupboard under the stairs for something to do, pulling out old toys and clothes and halloween costumes that Mary had elected to keep for reasons unknown. After that… he thinks there was singing. He’s not entirely sure.


