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The different types of drunks

The different types of drunks as as follows in this video bellow if you don't know them already 

 there is a point to this as we've all seen different kinds of drunks before. Angry abusive happy I think there's a sleepy there's the crying one of course the black out drunk the one that gets drunk after two shots or whatever. I can't remember the rest. But it's kind of like the 7 dwarfs if they were all different types of drunks. Thankfully I'm an angel so I don't get drunk unless I want to be. Like when Cas said he drank a whole liquor store to get drunk. I have the tolerance of say a mutant or the Hulk. But I'm also only part angel. IDK how the rest of me can hold their liquor. Unless I use my human system. But also I'd have to open up myself to wanting that because I don't taste anything I don't want to. The boys took the night off doing IDK what while for some reason I challenged a bunch of strangers to a drinking contest I kept my eyes and ears open to paying full attention to my brothers in case they do or say anything that involves the need of my full attention.

I couldn't believe they weren't tired at we had been on the road all day and had just closed a case. And I couldn't believe how well Sam was doing with playing darts against Dean considering that he had drank just as much as Dean had if not more and he was winning. And Dean was thinking the same thing. As for me I had to act like I was actually drunk. When I hadn't tasted any of it. And I'm a little thing you know?! And I look like I'm 16. Against a bunch of guys that were bigger than me and they were drunk or at most tipsy. But also I knew what kind of people I was drinking against. People that were bad people that needed to be gotten rid of people with no families that no one would go looking for if they disappeared. People I could snap to dust. Each person I played with I got them drunk enough to follow me to a back room that I had designed to make them disappear. They thought they were role playing or whatever and I'd (outfit 6) made to dress the part to make sure they would come over and drink with me in the first place. When we had pulled up to the bar in question I had asked them if they thought I could get a drink. Dean was on board Sam not so much.

I had been telling Sam that I don't drink and I really don't but this bar we were at it was mostly criminals. Either rapists or abusers. So they agreed to turn the other cheek. Again Dean was totally on board with this and Sam not so much at first until I them what I knew and he finally agreed. But wanted me to make sure to get their consent first. Which I agreed to not that it had mattered. The vampire and the demon sides of me had taken over for the night. Sometimes people call it "playing G-D" so I guess for some of these people it was their judgment day. But I wasn't going to go past say 6. While 8 is my lucky number 6 is the perfect number. And no one would be any wiser. I look over and Dean is swaying and Sam is still beating him and laughing at the fact that Dean is doing so poorly. The world spun around him as he leaned against something anything felt that he was just getting lucky. He also felt that I was his good luck charm. He watched me drag some dude behind me and bring him into the back room and he was just "think-y" enough that he could mind message me as he asked what number I was on. I said this was number 3 and to play his little game.

I took person 3 to the back room and had each of them sit in a chair and I made a deal with them for a "kiss" if I beat them. The kiss of death anyways. And of course their sentences are all the same. "Baby you can do whatever you want to me." And then I tell them this won't hurt a bit and bring my fangs forward and bite. Once they're dead I flick my hand clothes to clean them I pull my fangs back wipe my mouth to clean it and then to my next player I compel them to think the last person left after they got what they wanted and then I'd start all over again. Meanwhile Dean was unhappy with the fact that Sam was beating him and decided to do something about it. He started with a childish wet willy the first dart went right to the floor then the waitress came and gave them more to drink despite all the wobbling he managed to hit the board and then he missed the 3rd time because Dean poked him in the ribs. By then I was almost done with my own game and it was Dean's turn but they fought over how Sam was sore loser and Dean was dirty cheater. Things were worse when he told Sam to stop pouting and wondered if he was gonna come crying to me to tell me what Dean had done.

Do you know she's on like guy 4 or 5 now? She said 6. I've never seen her drink this much or at all. But that was the distraction Dean needed to start poking prodding squeezing scratching kneading against Sam's ribs and sides and it made my life harder since it was hard not to feel what Sam was feeling especially since he was so drunk. I let out a yelp and burst our laughing but chalked it all up to being tipsy. Sam was upset that people were watching and Dean told him to go over and get the waitresses numbers for him. At first Sam didn't want to do that Dean said he was great brother Sam said no he was actually the worst and Dean decided he needed to be punished. But soon enough he joined the girls at the bar that they had been keeping an eye on and me as well and I was just glad that he wasn't drunk enough to come over to me. And thankfully to my future self that I'd have to wake up to in the morning that I can't get drunk unless I want to and to Sam because this could've gone a different way altogether and I knew if I'd played Dean's game and played along I'd be in serious trouble. What had Dean that for?

I watched over Sam and made sure that he didn't do anything stupid. Their names were ironically Jade and Cassie. He started with hello and saying his name. They thought he was cute. They asked who won he said he did but not to tell Dean as he shhed real loudly as if it was some big secret. He felt it was funny that their names were Jade and Cassie because he had a friend that used to go by those names but changed it because she felt it was too common of a name. She was actually good friends with my sister twin sister actually. I'm pretty sure she's drunk too or having a bad night never seen her drink this much it's been a long night. That one over there? They pointed me out. Yeah that's my sister Farrah. That's a pretty name. Jade said. Yeah and she's pretty. Cassie agreed. Yeah like really pretty but she doesn't take compliments well. So is that what you came over here for? They asked him at first then he said Dean made him said he wanted their phone numbers they told him to tell him to try harder than that but he begged them not to send him back over there as he gave them sad puppy dog eyes. I didn't see this going very well for either of us so at this point I was almost done with my game and told my last guy to go wait for me.

But the girls played dirty leaned over the bar and started tickling his stomach ribs and sides. I giggled along with him. I then grabbed Sam compelled the girls to give him their numbers and sat Sam down in a booth. He sat down like a rock unmoving. He leaned his head down on his arms like a pillow. I'll be right back. I went to Dean gave him the phone numbers and told him to go sit with Sam until I get back. No Farrah don't leave me alone with him he begged me. I have some unfinished business to take care of Sammy. I calmed him down running my fingers through his hair giving his back gentle tickles as he twitched. No funny business I warned Dean. I'll know if there is. I went to the back finished up cleaned myself up and then went back to the table. We need to get him to bed I warned Dean. Yeah no kidding. But then we had a new problem. He wanted "De" to carry him which was an old nickname Sam called Dean when they were kids. But trying to move Sam was like a rock. He was unmovable. And Sam's heavy he wasn't as light as feather. I can make him be I grumbled at Dean under my breath. While that will make things easier I can't move him on my own even if you do that. He has to move his legs.

I told Dean I'd help direct when we staggered to the motel. And then Sam let out a slur of giggles when Dean put his hands under his arms claiming it tickled. I know it does Dean started. Then told him to listen because he was trying to tell him how things were gonna go. Since I made him lighter it helped the process but I had to focus and told Dean it was hard on me feeling what Sam felt especially since he was drunk. Sorry he rolled his eyes. Once we got him up to bed he fell down face first into the bed sinking like a rock again as Dean and I laughed at the sight after he locked the door behind us. Dean tried to tell him he can't sleep in his boots and to take them off but he kicked his legs and so the two of us ended up pulling his boots off for him. He giggled once we did. What? Dean asked. We're not even tickling you? He rolled his eyes again. Good night Sammy sweet dreams. But then he pulled on my arm and I landed next to him sideways. I guess I'm sleeping here tonight. I grumbled. Dean laughed. Good night Dean I called after him in a tone that said "It's not funny."

In the morning I left Sam a glass of water and some medicine but Dean cranked up the music and blared it to wake Sam up. Then they started arguing again about how Dean said he was a good brother and Sam saying he was the worst again. But thanked me for having his back as I made them breakfast. And then I told them my thought process of last night and how I'm glad XYZ didn't happen last night or how he wasn't THAT drunk. Good for both of us. Dean rolled head back in laughter. What's so funny? Sam asked. But Dean and I in perfect sync said don't worry about it.