Supernatural One-Shots

TFW - Hangover

Words: 579

Warnings: None

Relationship: Being friends with TFW

Notes: None

It had been a long week, being on a hunt by yourself an all. The boys and you had split up, deciding that more would be accomplished in the hunts the four of you had discovered while scanning through the web.

You had taken what was thought to be the salt and burn out of the two hunts, but the spirit turned out to be a damned demon who was killing hunters. So after that said venture, you were ready to get home and see your boys. You traveled all night, getting to the Bunker in the early morning as Dean would call it, that being around nine o'clock.

Pulling into the bunker just worried you, seeing how Baby was parked sideways and beer cans littered the entryway. As you walked inside, more beer cans are thrown about, enough to make you stumble over the mess. You let out a low groan, creeping deeper into the hall. "Sam, Dean? Cas? Are you guys here? " You called out again, kicking bottles out of your way as you continued to wander down the hallway.

As you entered the main living space, you couldn't help but let out a soft giggle. Seeing Castiel laid out on the floor in a pink tutu, Sam with a moose head on, and Dean with his face in a pie was just too much. "I'm guessing you guys all had fun without me." You laughed, grabbing your phone and taking a few pictures. "But, I will be happy to not have a hangover with you."

You stood in the kitchen, getting the needed supplies you know the boys would need once awake. You sat coffee, fresh orange juice, and plenty of ibuprofen out on the table as you began to make breakfast.

You smiled as you heard grunts echo from the outside of the kitchen area, letting you know that they would be pilling in. "Good morning," Sam grunted, sitting at the table, poping a few of the pills in his mouth. "Are the other two not up yet?" You asked the younger Winchester, only getting a shake of the head in response.

You heard two sets of feet shuffle into the dining area, letting you know the other two were finally up and running. The sight you were given making you let out a soft laugh seeing a confused Castiel still wearing the tutu. "What seems to be bothering you Cas?" You asked, stifling out a small giggle. "I have a pain in my head Y/n," Castiel stated, "It's as if my brain is bleeding." He groaned, sitting next to Dean who still had pie spread across his face.

"How much did you all drink last night?" You required, sitting breakfast in front of Sam and Dean. You sipped your coffee/tea, sitting at the table as well. "Enough whiskey to last me a while," Dean grunted, digging into the food you prepared. "Bullshit, you'll be drinking more by noon." Sam scolded out at his brother, a smile growing on his chapped lips.

"I found a liquor store and drank it. I had brought some home with me as well, knowing it would be a good opportunity to drink and celebrate our new victories." Castiel said out of the blue, making you let out a chuckle. "Well, you guys have fun with breakfast. Just know you will be cleaning up your shit after this." You stated, standing up and leaving the boys to their own self-pity.