this is pride bonus numero uno :)
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*beep beep beep beep*
Dean's alarm went off. He didn't really notice, but Cass did. He groaned. "Ugh. Dean," he said, nudging the sleepy man holding him. "Dean, turn that off." Dean opened an eye. "Huh?" Then, he heard it. "Oh." Dean turned around and hit the off button. "You wanna go back to sleep or do you want breakfast?" Castiel didn't answer. He just snuggled back into Dean's arms, putting a finger on the Winchester's lips. "Okay then. How much longer?" Castiel hissed at him. "Shh! thirty more minutes."
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(in this moment, all caps is sam singing and the other parts in italic is the music and sam also sings part of the song in italic so i hope its not too confusing)
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Dean and Castiel had finally gotten out of bed and headed to the kitchen. Sam was making breakfast, and blasting music. He looked drunk. "Sammy?" Dean asked. "You okay?" Sam turned around. "Yeah! I'm great! I think I drank too much last night, but I feel fine!" Sam was singing his heart out to One Love by Bob Marley. "One love- WHAT ABOUT A ONE LOVE- one heart- WHAT ABOUT A- LETS GET TOGETHER AND FEEL ALRIGHT~" Dean took the spatula from Sam. "Okay. Get out before you barf all over the food." Sam frowned, but left. Castiel laughed. "Why is Sam so- Sam?" Dean smiled. "I've been dealing with this all my life. You want chocolate chip waffles?" Cass nodded. "Okay. Bacon?" He nodded again. "I know you want eggs. How do you want em?" Cass sipped some coffee. "Scrambled but a little runny, por favor." Dean nodded and picked up two eggs from the carton. "You got it, Sunshine."
Dean had finished making Cass's eggs and sat down with him. "Thank you, Dean." Dean smiled. "Of course, Cass." They sat there, for a bit, talking about the night before. They went to a giant party to celebrate Pride Month rolling right around the corner. There was so many queer people in one space. The party truly was fun. Castiel was the designated driver, so he made sure that Dean wasn't too smashed. Sam on the other hand, he was harder to keep an eye on. He doesn't get drunk often. But if he's in his feels, or just having a good time, you gotta follow him. He's not the type to drive or something, he just loves doing things like, pissing in cups and giving it to people, or jumping off the top of the stairs to see if he could "fly". He's crazy. "Dang," Dean said. "For Sam to still be pretty smashed from last night, makes me wonder what time he got home. I don't remember him coming home with us last night." Cass chuckled. "He came home with us. But we didn't come home until 4:00 am. I couldn't find him. Until I went outside and he was picking carrots out the garden and eating them. They were fresh and unwashed so he threw up."
"Ew," Dean said. "Then why is he still so drunk?" Cass took his phone out of his pocket. "Look." Dean took the phone from Cass. There were several videos and pictures of Sam drinking on the way home as Dean slept against the door of the Impala. There was a little bit of vomit on Dean's mouth. "Did I spew?" Cass shrugged. "I think so. It wasn't much though. You were just as bad as Sam. But I was with you the whole night, so you were easier to keep an eye on." Dean scoffed. "What do you mean I was 'just as bad'? I don't think I was that bad." Castiel choked on his bacon. "Honey, you were bad." Dean stared blankly, then shrugged. "Anyway, we need to talk about the party WE are gonna throw." Castiel smiled. "Way ahead of you. Sam and I have already made a list of who's invited and who's not."
Dean looked through the list. "This is good. I like this. So- should we start decorating? People are gonna start showing up." Sam came into the kitchen with a crate of whiskey from the highest shelf (that they could afford) and then started refilling the fridge with beer he had Eileen pick up for the party. "Okay, Sam. Please don't drink too much tonight." Sam nodded. "Don't worry. I don't think I'm gonna drink anything other than water. My head hurts." Dean exhaled. "Thank goodness."
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The four of them decorated the whole bunker with pride themed things everywhere. There were rainbow banners that went wall to wall, a cock;)tail bar, Sam was in charge of that area, rainbow streamers hanging from the ceiling, mini pride flags for people to grab, there was a lot. Around 6:00 pm, people started to pour in. Queer people and allies danced to the gayest music Dean could find, and Dean was one of them. He danced with Castiel and took him by the hand. Couples danced together to celebrate being their true selves. It really was a beautiful sight to see.
Since Sam was working the cock;)tail bar, Jody came up and ordered and caught up with him. "Hey, Sam," she said. "I'll get one Sugar Daddy and one Out and Proud for Donna." Sam saluted. "Coming right up." As he made the cocktails, the two of them talked about how proud they were of everyone here. "It truly does take a lot to be here tonight, let alone come out. Us hunters, we don't get to have nice things like this." Sam said, looking around at everyone. "Yeah. But your brother and that angel, I'm extremely proud of them," Jody said. "It took Dean a hell of a long time for him to realize that he deserves love. And now, he's kissing an angel of the lord." Both of them see Dean and Castiel sharing a kiss as the colorful lights surround them. It was like a scene from a movie. Sam skinned up his lip. "Don't make that face," Jody said, smacking Sam's hand. "That's your brother."
"Yeah, and it's gross. You don't get it. I live with him. One time, I walked in on him and Cass making out on the kitchen table- they were in robes." Jody smiled. "And? What's wrong with that?" Sam's eyes went wide. "Jody- they were booty butt naked in their robes, and Castiel was sitting on the table. We eat there! What do you mean, 'What's wrong with that?'? Ugh!" Jody laughed. "I know. I'd probably skin up my face like that too." The two of them laughed as Sam finished up making the drinks. Donna came over. "Hiya, Sam! Enjoying the music?" Sam nodded. "I've been waiting for Dancing Queen to come on. I was worried that Dean forgot it." They all laughed as Donna took a sip of her drink. "Wowee! That's strong!" Sam smiled. "That's how we like em here. Y'all should probably get back out there- and keep an eye on those two," Sam said, pointing to his brother and his boyfriend. "Make sure that they don't drink too much." Donna gave a thumbs up. "On it." Jody and Donna walked away and into the crowd of people.
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Sam and Eileen said goodbye to everyone, holding the door for all of them. They even made sure that they all took Ubers home or had drivers. When everyone was gone, the two of them cleaned up the bottles and trash. Dean and Castiel were passed out on the floor in a corner of the library, leaning against each other. Sam shook Dean awake, but knew what was coming so he stepped out of the way immediately afterwards. Dean sat up, pushing the angel off of him slightly, then puked all over himself. "Nasty," Sam said, just as Dean started to spew again. Castiel woke up and watched as his boyfriend continued to throw up. "Ugh," he said, trying to stand up. Dean looked up. "Wow, guys. Thanks for the kind feedback." Cass gagged. "I have to go. Before I start doing a Winchester number." Castiel jogged down the hall to the bathroom. "Dean," Sam said. "It's 3:00 in the morning. Get up and shower. Try not to drop anything off of you?" Dean rubbed his temples, his head was pounding. "I think I drank too much." Sam gasped sarcastically. "Oh no! Who would have guessed." The younger Winchester walked away, leaving the older Winchester alone covered in vomit.
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im so sorry
i didn't think it was gonna be THAT nasty
anyways
it was fun :)
hope you guys enjoyed
HAPPY PRIDE :)
XO, Bug ;)

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