Destiel Fluff

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Hey losers. I'm back iN THE MONTH OF HALLOWEEN LET'S GET SPOOKY AM I RIGHT???? Alright anyway this one awesome user by the name of Log_Lady gave me an idea so go to her profile and thank her if you like it. I hope you guys are doing okay and you can always message me if you're not (if you kik me I send memes so I suggest you kik me (my kik is in my bio)) or if you just want to talk. I always respond to messages even if it may take a while and you're not bothering me if you do. I love you losers and I hope you don't get drafted into the skeleton war bc they do terrible things to veterans.
xxxx Stucky_Trash
P.S. go sub to destiel_and_sambriel and read what that lil bean has written bc it's pretty diddly darn good so far.

Dean woke up to the sound of a slamming door, then a loud thud, and, finally, Cas running into their bedroom door. He glanced at the clock, which read two thirty in the morning, and jumped out of bed to help Cas into the bedroom without him denting his skull. He pulled the door open and Cas fell into him then regained his balance and stumbled to the bed.
"What the hell happened to you?" Dean asked.
"Apparently, I can get drunk now," Cas slurred.
"Cas..." Dean trailed off as he walked back to the bed when Cas fell backwards on to a pillow.
"Yeah?" Cas muttered in response.
"Did you go out and get yourself drunk 'cause that stupid fight?" (A/N: I know the grammar isn't correct and I made it that way bc Dean's past alright so before you little Grammar Nazis go around correcting me know that I am one myself and I am very proud of you.)
"Maybe," Cas grumbled as he wiggled underneath the top (A/N: skeleton clique heeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyy |-/) blanket. Dean laughed to himself and walked to the other side of the bed, laying down next to Cas and falling back asleep.
Cas woke up the next day with a pounding headache and an odd sense of guilt. He lay there in his and Dean's bed in confusion until Dean woke up and breathed out a bit of a laugh when Cas asked what was wrong with him.
"You see, babe, when someone gets as wasted as you did last night, they get this thing the next day called a hangover. That's when your head hurts and you can feel sick to your stomach and other things."
"Why do I feel guilty, then?" Cas asked, looking and sounding a hell of a lot like a lost puppy.
"Well, that could be one of two things. We fought last night, so you might feel guilty about that, and you also drank more alcohol last night than I normally do per day so you could also feel guilty about that." Cas groaned in response and pulled the blanket up over his head. Dean laughed and got up to get Cas some medicine for his hangover and a glass of water. He walked back into the bedroom and tapped on Cas' shoulder.
"Here. Take this." Cas took the medicine and Dean lay back down next to Cas then shuffled forward and grabbed Cas in his arms.
"Are you mad at me, Dean?"
"Of course not, baby." Dean kissed the top of Cas' head and fell asleep again with Cas' arms tightly wrapped around him.

I know this isn't very long or very fluffy but I felt like writing and I thought that maybe you guys wanted more material since I kind of abandoned you all after The Wedding. I'm sorry about that, guys.