Destiel One Shots

Last Friday Night

[Teenage/Young adult au. Based off the song Last Friday Night by Katy Perry. There'll be some suggestive things in this. Enjoy!]

"We're so screwed," the youngest Winchester groaned. He shoved his hands into his pockets as loud music blared through the Winchester household. The young teen ducked, avoiding a flying yellow sofa pillow. Loud laughter was abducted from the couches. Sam groaned in embarrassment and face-palmed.

There were probably about fifty people already at his party. It was chaos. People were drunk, people were smoking, people were passed out on the couch, and people were in their pools. There was shouting throughout the entire house. It was deafening.

Dean tipped his beer. He sat on the marble kitchen counter. The eighteen-year-old ruffled his hair. "So?" He replied to his younger brother. The older Winchester slurred his words. He didn't seem to care. His father was away on another business trip, and he felt rebellious. He was so caught up in his studies that he preferred to get drunk.

"Dad isn't dumb! He's going to kill you!" Sam was slowly panicking. His brother was being irresponsible, and he would end up having to clean up the mess. Another sofa pillow was thrown across the room towards their father's favorite vase. The younger Winchester immediately saved the vase from shattering all over the wooden floor. He quickly sat it back in its spot on the small table beside the couch.

"Quit being a party pooper," the older Winchester teased his brother without hesitation. "Have a beer, Sammy! Have some fun!" He kicked Sam's ribs lightly. Sam glared at his brother and shoved his leg aggressively. Dean took a huge sip from his beer bottle. "Isn't that like your fourth one in twenty minutes?" The worried Winchester gave his brother a concerned look.

"Relax, will you!" Dean hopped off the counter. If you excuse me, the ladies are waiting for me. The prideful Winchester swept his shoulders and adjusted the collar of his leather jacket. He took out his phone and grinned to himself. His fingers traced along the screen. A tint of red blush appeared across his cheeks.

Sam slapped his hand up against his forehead. He groaned quietly. He would rather be reading a book and studying than be in this position. It wasn't his responsibility to take care of his brother, and he could really care less about how intoxicated Dean could get. He knew his brother would get in huge trouble for throwing a huge party while their father was away on a business trip. There would be consequences for his actions. He knew his dad didn't get back until the following Monday, but he knew that Dean would wait until the very last second to clean. I left Sam to do all of the work. It was bad enough. He had to figure out a plan quickly to get these people out of his home. So he began to brainstorm.

The music was cranked up. It wouldn't be a surprise if the Winchesters got a complaint from the neighbors. Their dad may find out that way. Dean knew that, but he recklessly went through the party anyway. The consequences would come later. The young adult was too stubborn to admit how irresponsible this was of him. No matter the warnings Sam had given him, he refused to cancel the wild party. That was the way he was,

Dean Winchester, the son of a wealthy business man. The eldest child He often looked after Sam, since his father was away so often. Their mom passed away after Sam was born. She had lost her fight with brain cancer. The Winchesters lived in a fair-sized home with two stories. Even though they were rich, they lived pretty simply. It was preferred that way by Dean's father. Dean was a senior in high school and the team captain on the football team. He was the popular kid. Everybody knew him and was terrified of him. The older Winchester took that with pride. Academically, Dean was average. He was pretty smart in certain subjects, but in others he pretty much passed. He always got Sam to help him.

Sam Winchester, the book worm. The youngest and last child He spent his time in the small library in his home. He was usually seen around his school with his head buried in a book or in his studies. He was a straight A student and very gifted for his age. Teachers were so impressed with Sam's intelligence that they granted him access to graduate early if he took certain classes. Due to these achievements, he was picked on. He never wanted to have fun and had very few friends. His older brother didn't even want to socialize with him. The two had avoided each other and pretended not to know each other until recently. Dean stood up for his brother. He couldn't stand watching his brother feel pushed around by his peers. He would do anything for his brother, and Sam would do the same.