Back in Black

Chapter 29

Dean was antsy. He couldn't help it.

"Dammit Dean, either go Stitch or get some sleep. You're driving me batty," bitched Sam.

They were on the road to the Roadhouse for one reason. The thing was that Dean had no idea what was waiting for him, and Sam planned to keep it that way.

Dean didn't celebrate his birthday, and they rarely had time off enough to do it. At least, not since Sam went off to college. Ellen and Bobby always tried to celebrate it when they could. Even if it was a few small gestures.

So when they pulled up to the Roadhouse, Sam took vindictive pleasure in the shock Dean's face gave off upon seeing every single hunter they had contact or hunted with (except idiots like Gordon) waiting.

"Sam, what. The. Hell."

"Happy Birthday Dean. We may have had to bribe the younger ones with guarantees that they could take pictures with a multistory black dragon," admitted Sam.

Hell, most of the hunters they had hunted with in the past were under forty, so naturally the chance to take a picture with a real dragon was too good to pass up. Besides, Sam was cheerfully having Dean repay Ellen for any booze she gave out for free.

"I have only one question. Will there be chocolate ice cream?"

"Dude, I'm dating Loki and he's in on this. What the hell do you think?" said Sam snorting.

Dean grinned.

"Let's get this party started!"

"Oh my aching head..." groaned Dean.

He had been enjoying his party...right up until Gabriel broke out the Asgardian Mead. Then everything became a blur. His bloodshot eyes turned to the nearest source of movement, and he found Gabriel fondling his brother.

Not his problem. Gabriel was still pouting over the fact Castiel reminded Sam that he did have a way to make Gabriel sleep on the couch.

On the pool table was Sirius in canine form whimpering from his hangover with Fen, Jor and Sleipnir sleeping on top of him drooling.

He looked to an amused Hel.

"Please for the love of Death tell me you have a hangover remedy back there."

Hel snickered, sending pain throughout Dean's brain.

"Hangover draught isn't going to get rid of that one. Sirius learned that the hard way."

"Then kill me and end my misery," deadpanned Dean.

"Mort would be most displeased if I killed you," she said amused. Then she nodded over to a section Dean hadn't seen just yet.

The snort of laughter escaped him and sent fresh peals of pain throughout his skull.

There on the floor was a snoring Castiel, still clutching the jar of now-almost-empty mead. A drunken angel was pretty funny to watch.

"If a hangover remedy wont work, then do you have anything to knock me out until this goes away?"

Hel tossed him a different vial. He downed it without a second thought and was out cold.

Sam opened his eyes and gave Dean an amused look.

"He has no idea why you broke out the Mead does he?"

Hel snickered.

Dean had, upon learning Castiel had never gotten drunk before, broken out the jar of mead he had and challenged the angel to a drinking contest. Castiel won, only because Dean's body could only handle four shots of it before he passed out. Gabriel had been very impressed he could handle four, since most humans couldn't tolerate more than a single sip, let alone a full shot glass.