Supernatural Imagines

Drinking with the Winchesters

A/N: enjoy the chappy everyone 

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"Water." Your voice was gravelly with sleep and dehydration as you stumbled out of your room. "Need water."

Cas was curled up on the couch in the library his trench coat wrapped around his body.

The four of you had decided to start out with a single drink last night which then turned into playing drinking games leading with Never Have I Ever which Dean lost tremendously to no one's surprise. They had decided that the goal was to get you drunk enough to sleep on the floor so your glass was never empty and Sam had started to make his own game where basically you had to drink at everything.

It hadn't taken long.

Walking past the library and leaving Cas undisturbed you went outside to try and get some fresh air. The morning air was crisp making you shiver and you thought about going right back inside and taking the longest, hottest shower of your life. But there was something in the impala that caught your eye.

Someone was in the impala, sitting in the passenger side of the car leaning against the door. "Dean?" You asked opened the driver's side door to see him sprawled out.

He stirred at your voice pulling off the sunglasses he was wearing. "What's going on?"

"You tell me, you're the one who slept in the car all night." He slowly looked around rubbing the kinks out of his neck. "How did you get out here anyway?"

"No clue. Is there coffee?"

"Not yet, I was the first one up."

Walking back in the bunker you kept your own sunglasses on to keep your head from pounding any more than it already was. Dean made a pot of coffee and you both sat down at the table waking Sam up with a start.

"Please tell me I'm dead." He moaned grabbing onto his hair.

"Death would be much better than this." You agreed sipping your coffee only to have it stolen as Sam walked past you towards the kitchen. "You better bring me another one."

Sam did come back with a refilled cup for you made exactly how you liked it but at that point you had drank a good portion of Dean's cup. One of the good things about living with the Winchesters, they never deprived anyone of caffeine.

"Why do I feel like my head will explode?" Castiel had trudged into the room and was staring at everyone trying to understand. "And why are you wearing your sunglasses inside (Y/N)?"

The sunglasses were merely an accessory to the awesome outfit you had lounged in last night. A stolen flannel from one of the boys that engulfed your body and the capri yoga pants both kept you warm against the dankness of the bunker. "I'm just that fabulous Cas." You answered draining what was left of the coffee.

"Food." Sam moaned across the table lying his head back onto the cool wood. "I need food."

"Diner." Dean said slamming his mug on the table smiling at the groan from his brother. "We need grease.

"I'm not changing." You said defiantly wrapping your arms around Dean's shoulders so he could give you a piggy back ride out to the car. Your flip flops dangled from your toes dangerously but you didn't care.

"No one's asking you to Drinkie Smurf." Dean laughed hooking your legs with his arms and carrying you.

"Are we supposed to drink the grease?" Cas asked following them out.

The diner was only a few minutes away which meant that they were all regulars there. Some of the waitresses would recognize them and immediately put in drink orders as they walked in.

"Morning kids," An older woman greeted them at the table with their coffees. "Know what you want or do you need a minute?"

"I'll have a bacon cheeseburger."

"Dean, it's ten thirty in the morning."

"Never too early for a cheeseburger."

Sam shook his head. "I'll have a cheese omelette please."

"What about you stranger?"

Cas looked up and pointed to Sam. "I'll have what he's having."

"Princess?"

It was unclear how you had gotten the nickname from the waitresses, but it had to have been something along the lines of Sam or Dean calling you that while you were washing up one time making it stick. "A bowl of sausage gravy please."

"Coming right up."

You curled up in the booth leaning into Dean again and closing your eyes. "Are the empty bottles at least in the trash? I don't think I can look at a bottle of Jim Beam and not get sick right now."

"If you throw up on me I will throw you on the floor." Dean warned earning a light chuckle. "And no, they're still all over the library."

"Someone's going to have to clean them up."

It must have been a new experience for Cas, being drunk, because he kept staring at each of you for an uncomfortable amount of time. "Why do I feel this way?"

Cas' failing grace was easy to forget, but you all noticed he was becoming more and more human by the day. "After effects of the alcohol." Dean replied. "Completely normal."

"Only if you drink an entire bottle of Jim by yourself." Sam shot back.

They had each drank more than they really should have and it showed. People were staring at them worried that you were going to get sick all over the table or that you were all still drunk.

"How are you not dying right now? You were the drunkest of us all." Jabbing his rib Dean swatted your hand away annoyed.

"I have mastered the art of the hangover is all. Also, the cheeseburger will help."

When the food came you all pushed it around for a bit in between tiny bites until it started soaking up the leftover booze in your stomachs and you felt better. Dean, however, had finished his burger in less than ten minutes his eyes brighter than when you had found him.

"I'm calling it, lazy day at home." You said waving a biscuit around before throwing it in the bowl to soak up gravy. "Disney movies and water. All day."

"Are you even going to shower?"

"I haven't decided yet." Sam chuckled at you, this was your way of getting over a hangover just like sleeping it off was his. "And for the record you don't exactly smell like roses yourself."

"We're all gonna go back, and we're all gonna shower, and then we're all going to watch movies." Dean was trying to keep the peace. "We can each pick one."

"I want Disney movies."

Having been adopted by the Winchesters you could use your charm as a little sister to get exactly what you wanted, and they knew it. "Fine," Dean sighed rolling his eyes. "Two Disney movies and then the rest of us pick one."

"Thank god there isn't a case today." Sam's eyes were still a little bloodshot even after finishing his breakfast.

Just as promised, you all cleaned up after returning to the bunker and settled into the den to watch movies. Pulling a blanket around you on the couch everyone settled in for the first movie of the day and for the unspoken rule to not yell for the next few hours.

Drinking with the Winchesters was always an adventure, but nursing the hangovers was just as fun.