Sammi and Sam's Supernatural Adventures

Party Animal?

Since we had Cam now, Sam, Dean, and I never really got many chances to go out as a trio anymore. In the entire year since his birth, the three of us went out maybe twice (not counting the cruise, of course). So when Dad and Marissa offered to take Cam for New Year's so we could have some adult time, we were all too happy to accept. We invited Declan to join us, but he opted to spend the night with Dad and Marissa as well. There was a party going on at the local rec center, so the three of us decided to go and check it out. Now just in case you need a refresher, I am allergic to pineapple and coconut and didn't know until I went into anaphylactic shock at a Halloween party one year. So my plan was to drink daquiris and wine coolers all night while the boys opted for their usual beer. We decided to walk to the party, since the rec center wasn't too far from the house (also this way, no one had to worry about driving home later on). We got there around 10 and started drinking about twenty minutes later. By midnight, I had lost count of just how many drinks I had consumed and I'm pretty sure at least one of the boys had that same problem. After the ball drop, we stayed for another hour before deciding to head back home. I was so trashed that I could barely stand up straight, but I somehow made it back to the house. Dean, being the least drunk of the bunch, offered to help me up the stairs. "I'm good," I told him. "I'm not ready for bed yet anyway." I managed to make my way into the kitchen and opened the fridge to look for something to drink. As I grabbed for another wine cooler, I felt a hand reach from behind me and snatch the drink out of my hand. "I think you've had enough for one night," Dean said. "Don't be such a party pooper," I replied. "I'm fine. Really." "You can barely stand," Dean said. "You're not fine. And you're not getting any more alcohol. If you want a drink, have some coffee." I just let out a sigh and walked toward the living room where Sam was sprawled across the couch. I turned on the radio and started doing some kind of a dance, making my way over to him to get him to join me. "I can't get up right now, sweetie," Sam said. "I think I had a little too much. I feel kind of dizzy." "That's alright," I said. "I can party by myself." I continued dancing around the room, laughing every time I fell down or bumped into something. I decided to heat things up a little by taking off my shirt and throwing it at Sam. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Just having a little fun," I said, dropping my skirt to the floor. "Sammi, stop," Sam said. "Why do you and your brother have to be such buzzkills?" I asked as I kept dancing around the room in my bra and panties. Dean finally made his way out of the kitchen and stood there in shock at what he was seeing. "What the hell?" he said. "I told her to stop," Sam told him. "In return, she called me a buzzkill." "Sammi, I think we need to get you up to your room, get you in the shower, cool you down," Dean said. "Oh come on," I replied. "The night's not over yet. Live a little." "Baby, please, listen to Dean," Sam said. "Can't a girl just have a little fun?" I asked. "Fun is one thing," Dean said. "This right here, this is a disaster waiting to happen." "Whatever you say," I replied, continuing to dance around the room. "Can you move?" Dean asked Sam. "I should be able to, yeah," Sam said. "I just needed to rest my head for a few minutes." "Good," Dean told him. "I have a feeling it's going to take both of us to get her upstairs. Be prepared for a fight." Sam got up and turned off the music as Dean made his way over to me and wrapped me up in his arms. "Get off me!" I yelled. "No," Dean said. "You're going upstairs whether you like it or not. We need to get you cooled off." "I'm fine!" I screamed. Sam walked over and grabbed my feet, lifting me up off the ground. "You're not fine, sweetheart," he said. "You're wasted and acting like a fool." "So what?" I said. "It's not like anyone got hurt because of it." "Ouch," Dean replied. "What?" I asked. "DID I hurt someone?" Sam shot Dean a look that said 'I don't think she remembers' before the boys carried me up the stairs and into the bathroom. I put up a good fight while they removed the last of my clothes, then Dean let Sam hold me while he started up the shower. A few minutes later, they put me in the tub and closed the curtain. I heard Sam thank his brother for his help as I stood there under the water. Sam re-opened the curtain and stepped into the shower with me. "Is the water helping you at all?" he asked. "I think so," I said. We stayed there for about 30 minutes and when it was all over, I felt a little bit of relief. Sam helped me out of the tub and wrapped a towel around me. I slowly walked into the bedroom, testing to make sure I could walk straight. The shower had definitely helped. The only thing I felt at that point was a slight headache. I took a seat on the bed and waited for Sam to finish up in the bathroom. "Are you feeling a little better?" he asked. "Much, actually," I said. "I'm sorry I acted so stupid. I guess I didn't realize just how much I had to drink tonight." "It's ok, babe," he smiled. "No one got hurt." "Well, that's not entirely true," I said. "I think I banged my elbow up pretty good when I hit that wall." He just laughed and took a seat next to me. I reached over to give him a hug and my towel fell off. One thing led to another and my husband and I wound up making love before calling it a night. I woke up the next morning with a serious hangover, so I stayed in bed most of the day while the boys took turns bringing me coffee and water to try and ease the pain. I made a promise to myself that day to never drink that much in one sitting ever again.