This is (not) the Last Time

You Made a Promise

Another chapter woah...
So the last one was a bit of a roller coaster ride(Do you guys hate Dean yet?) and I'm hoping this will be a little happier.

Enjoy!
(Mature content warning)
~

Dean could feel his heart in his ears as he spun around on the sidewalk a few blocks from their building. He ran from their apartment until he was heaving in breaths of warm, heavy air and could hardly stand. He ran until Cas' shouts to come back were drowned out in his mind. He was in a daze and his mind was running through everything that had happened in the last hour or so. He spun around again, nearly falling off the edge of the sidewalk and a car honked at him as he stumbled. The sun was nearly set and suddenly worry flashed in Dean's mind.

He had no where to go.

Cas was probably pissed at him so he couldn't go home.

Charlie wasn't pissed, but she probably would be if Dean told her why he needed to stay over at her place.

He had a few other friends that might let him stay over, but he didn't feel comfortable asking them. His brother, on the other hand, was staying in Kansas for the few months he had back from Stanford and was renting out a small apartment up town. 

Dean closed his eyes and kneaded his temples to try and dull the aching of an oncoming headache. He would find Sammy and beg him to let him say the night, maybe even the week. First, though, Dean looked around and spotted the sign for Harbour Lights. Harbour Lights was a fun bar Dean snuck into with his fake ID during his high school years and hadn't been back since, but he knew it would work for what he wanted. 

He wanted to get completely and utterly, double rain bowed, slammed drunk.

~

The music was quiet when Dean walked into the bar and he sat down on a bar stool almost as soon as he walked in.

"You alright mate?" He heard an Irish voice from in front of him. Dean looked up to see an older man with a swirly C on the top corner of his shirt.

"Not in the slightest," Dean responded, "Now get me drunk."

8 shots and 3 beers later, Dean felt hammered. He'd gotten drunk on more but he was already feeling lightheaded. He wasn't a lightweight and didn't even feel the alcohol after the first 5 shots but the three added shots and the beers were catching up to him. 

"I think it's time for you to take a little break there lad." The bartender, C, said as Dean stood up and nearly fell over.

"I need to get home." Dean responded and decided it would be a good idea to try and get up again. It was not a good idea.

"Then let's get you home. Got someone I could call for you, because you're sure as hell not driving."

"Cassie," Dean slurred, "Cassiel. Wait Castiel."

"Wanna hand me your phone there so I could call this 'Castiel'?" The bartender questioned and held out his hand.

"No, No!" Dean said loudly, "You can't call my Cas."

"I see," C seemed to understand that 'Cassie' was the reason Dean was out getting drunk, "Anyone else I can call?"

"Sammy." Dean mumbled out and pulled his phone out from his pocket, squinting as he unlocked the device. 

C took his phone and scrolled through his contacts to find 'Sammy' and clicked on the call button. As the bartender talked Dean only caught a few of the words he said.

"He's here."

"Totally drunk.

"Not driving."