Whaaaat? Twoooo updaaaaates??? Yeahhh that's right bitches, here we go.
READ ZE PIC ABOVE TO FIND OUT WHAT'S GONNA GO ON IN THIS GAY CHAPTA. But if you can't then this will be a fucking surprise♡
ONWARD *throws you into the pits of hell*
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Bonuses: Drunk!Dean, Drunk!Cas, Married!Dean&Cas
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The smell of grease and the angsty thoughts of teens slaving away behind the grills of Mcdonalds just topped off the night for Dean and Cas. It was about 2 in the morning and they'd both just came from their wedding reception. The glass doors shut behind the newly weds, them both looking very out of place with their tuxes. No one else was in the lobby except for some young people and an old couple.
"Look! Look at my beautiful husband everyone! Ain't I the luckiest guy alive!?" Dean laughed boisterously as he slung an arm over his shorter husbands shoulder.
The cashier was oozing with happiness at the sight of the two.
"Ya'll are cute together, just get married?" She smiled, her southern accent thick.
"Yes! But he's the cute one" Dean released Cas and began stumbling around the lobby smiling at people.
"I'm gonna give you a special little mission," Cas leaned over the counter, his eyes barely open and speech slurred. His hair was a mess and his face was flushed. Completely wasted, thought the cashier. "I'm gonna need all the chicken nuggets you have" Cas whispered, although it came out more of a raspy yell.
"How many chicken nuggets in each pack? 10 or 20?" Asked the cashier readying her fingers to type it in.
"Him! Riiiiight ova thereee" Dean sang and made his hardest attempt at a , ballerina twirl but ended stumbling into the nearest wall.
Cas turned around on his heels and made an attempt to keep himself upright, he succeeded as Dean began to sing to him. Dean really could sing but this was scratchy and deep at the same time sense his Bob Seger impression was rusty.
"Looked to tall, could use a few pounds. Tight pants point, haulin' me dooownnn" Dean grabbed the nearest cup and sand the next part as loud as he could, kinda sounded more like ACDC than the softer Bob Seger. "He was a black haired beauty with big blue eeeeyesszzzz" Dean changing he words to match Cas's features.
"Awe, babe, c'mere. I want to dance!" Cas slurred as Dean continued to stumble forward, changing his song.
A/n: I should totally fuck yall up and make him start singing Elvis but im in math rn and don't feel like making others and myself cry.
"Oh my god, babe I have the besssstest idea. When I-I point at you, you sing the next line" You could barely understand anything they were saying due to the thick slurs and half mumbling but they understood eachother perfectly. Everyone in the lobby was either smiling or recording them to try and get YouTube famous or something.
"HE WAS A FAST MACHINE!" Dean did a litte dance and twirl doing his best ACDC voice impression and pointed his cup at Cas. Both of them changing the words slighty to match the others features.
"HE CUT THE MOTOR CLEAN!" Cas did epic guitar riff as Dean sang the next line, everyone laughing and smiling at each new move they did.
"HE WAS THE BEST DAMN MAN I 'VE EVA SEEENNN!" Dean added.
Then Sam walked in, with a worried expression.
"Guys! You weren't suposed to drive, I was gonna drive you! Now I had to run here!"
The audience that was the McDonald's lobby people were roaring with laughter and cheer as more people recorded and took pictures of drunken Dean and Cas.
"Nooo...Sammy, hush" Dean stumbled towards Sam and put his hand on Sam's face, dragging it down the front while Sam scrunched his nose with discomfort. "We are not finished" Dean whispered in his ear and backed away dancing and continued dancing his way to Cas who joined in and soon they were both just shoutin ACDC lyrics in the McDonald's lobby. Some of the lyrics not even matching the right songs.
"Guys.." Sam trailed off with a groan and ran a hand through his hair. "You're way too loud, you're not wearing jackets-"
"Come on, Saaaamm!" Cas hollered with a smile as he held Dean's hand up over his head and made him do a twirl as they sang lyrics that made no sense. They mixed Led Zeppelin with Foreigner, Blue Oyster Cult with Aerosmith, Elvis with Queen and Bon Jovi.
With horror, Sam noticed the phone's that were being pointed at them. His eyes widened with nervousness as he fiddled with his fingers. "Guys," Sam walked up to them and lowered his voice into a whisper. "You're being recorded"
"That's alright, Samuel. We were thinking about going on Broadway anyway" Dean shrugged and grabbed Cas by the collar and kissed him long and hard. Sam's heart warmed a little because he hadn't seen a happy drunk Dean in forever.
The lobby erupted into a loud applause as the workers behind the counter applauded, while others filmed.
"IT'S SO GREAT BECAUSE I GET TO DO THAT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!" Dean shouted with a spark in his eye and a smile on his face that radiated happiness.
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Sorry that was short and shity but oh well. LOVE YAASAA
