Wings (Destiel- Supernatural AU)

Copious Amounts of Alcohol

DEAN'S POV

The trip to Corpus Christi didn't take too long, but when we got there, we realized how clueless we actually were. "Hey, Cas?" I looked at him. "Yes, Dean?" I had just realized something. "The vampire didn't tell us exactly WHERE Sam actually is in Corpus Christi. We don't even know if he's actually alive..." Cas looked back at me. "This city isn't too big. I'm sure we'll find him. I don't think they killed him either." I hoped he was right. "Ok. Anyways, we need to find where they're keeping him. First, we need a hotel room. And I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

1 HOUR LATER- STILL DEAN'S POV

We had got a hotel room and headed out to eat at some bar downtown. It was ok, I mean the food was good and they had alcohol. Doesn't get much better than that. I was still worried about Sammy. I know Cas said the vampires wouldn't kill him, but I don't believe it. Cas had gone off somewhere, but I hadn't noticed. Ugh. I finished the burger I was eating, and got up to find him. The place wasn't that big, but it was full of people. There was some band preforming on the stage. Not my kind of music, but they weren't that bad. I looked around for Castiel's familiar trench coat. I found him sitting at the bar next to some man. I went up and tapped him on the shoulder. "D-dean!" he turned sloppily towards me, almost falling off of his stool. "There you arrre..." he slurred his words together. I was surprised. "Cas! Are you drunk?!?! Can you even GET drunk? Nevermind... What are you doing?!?" Cas got off the stool and stumbled towards me. He tripped, falling into my arms. The man that was sitting on the stool next to Cas spoke. "Your boyfriend there is a really strong drinker. Nearly took out half the bar before even starting to act drunk." Damn. That's impressive. Wait. "He's not my boyfriend." The man shrugged. "He was saying some stuff about a 'Dean' that would say otherwise." What the... Whatever. "Come on, Cas. Let's get back to the hotel." Ignoring the massive bill for all the alcohol, we left.

I practically carried Cas to the Impala. "Damn. You must be really fuckin drunk..." Cas only groaned in response. Once we got to the shitty hotel, I pulled Cas out of the car. In the hallway, he tripped and fell on top of me. "Cas. Get up." He only looked down from his position on top of me. "Ca-" He stopped me by placing a finger on my lip. "You know, you have pretty eyes." His breath reeked of alcohol. "I've always liked you, Dean." He then kissed my lips quickly, and passed out.

(A/N) DAMN I'M BAD AT WRITING. I'm also bad at keeping promises. I've been busy... And... I... Whatever.