Supernatural Oneshots

Drunk Sam- Drinking on cheap bottles of wine

Could you please do a request with drunken Sam? Another lovely request by bbgirl18 who I, always happy to do requests for. If our ever have any requests don't be afraid to comment below
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"SAM!! Where are you?!" You made your way past the crowded bar. You pushed you through a large group of men. When you got through you were met with the sight of Sam drinking a yard of ale. And succeeding. The alcohol was dribbling down his front, making his tshirt soaking as he tried to get as much of the drink in his mouth as possible. The men around him were cheering as he polished off the whole yard. He stumbled backwards, falling hard on the floor laughing. You sighed deeply, holding out your hand.

"Come on drunko. You've had enough." he grabbed your hand and hoisted himself up. He stumbled, almost knocking you over with him.

"(Y/N)......I think...I need....need another drink. Lets party!" he threw his arms up in the air. He hobbled along to the bar.

"Barkeep your finest bottle of wine for my friend and I!" he placed the money on the counter and picked up the bottle of wine. He tried to take a sip out of the bottle but failed, spilling most of it down his shirt. You grabbed hold of Sams hand and pulled him out of the bar. The two of you walked home, you trying to keep Sam aloft as he was way too drunk to function. By the time the two of you got to the motel it was extremely late, even by your standards. You placed the bottle of wine on the coffee table and helped Sam sit down on the bed. You took of his shoes and threw them behind you.

"Look at my toes. They wiggle. Wiggle wiggle." you bit your cheek to stop yourself from giggling. You helped him out of his jeans and tshirt. You tried to lay him down on the bed but failed. He grabbed hold of you, tickling your sides until you cried with laughter.

"Sam I'm serious! Its too late." You tried to gather your breath. Sam slipped off of the bed and grabbed the bottle of wine. He turned on the radio and danced along to the music.

"Come on (Y/N)! Let's dance!" He tried to dance around like he was a male stripper but was failing badly. You gave up and danced along with him. He spun you around and held you close. After the two of you finished he sat you down on his knee and cuddled you tightly.

"I love you, you know that?" He mumbled in your hair. You smiled.

"Yes I do. Now let's get some sleep." He fell back, still clutching you tightly.

The next day.

You woke up to have Sams arms still wrapped around you. You slipped out of bed leaving Sam alone. After snapping a couple of pics and sending the to Dean you left as quietly as you could to go for your run. When you came back the flat was eerily quiet. You looked to see Sam still asleep on the bed. You tiptoed over to him and shook his shoulder.

"Come on buddy. Time to get up." He grumbled, shoving his face into the pillow. He sat up, clutching his head.

"Ugh I feel awful." You smiled. You handed him a bottle of water and sat down next to him.

"You did drink a lot last night." He took a sip of water which he immediately regretted. He ran to the bathroom and gagged hard, his whole body shivering. You stood in the doorway and watched him. You crouched down next to him and rubbed his back.

"I'm guessing mixing whiskey and jaeger wasn't such a good idea?" He suddenly threw himself forward as all of the alcohol from last night came barreling out of his mouth. He grimaced as the awful taste in his mouth made him throw up again.

"I can still taste the tequila." He leaned backwards, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

"Do you know what? Dean told me a perfect hangover remedy. It's a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray." Sams face immediately paled as he asked back in front of the bowl and threw up again and again. You sat there, rubbing his bare back. He eventually stopped, his stomach still grumbling.

"Come on Sammy. Let's get you back to bed." You helped him up and half dragged him to his bed. You ran around, grabbing a comforter and a large bin you placed each of them next to him. He tossed and turned, failing to get comfortable.

"Stop that. You'll make yourself more ill." He pulled the comforter tighter around his body.

"You're short. And bossy. Shut up." You laughed silently and patted his back as he eventually fell asleep.

"Love you too sammy."