"One.. Two.. Three.. Shot!" You yelled as you Sam and Cas took another shot of tequila together.
"Don't you think it's weird how such a strong alcohol could come from a agave plant? Agave is known for its sweet nectar but also tangy alcoho..."
"Sam," You interrupted, "You're my brother and I love you so much, but shut the hell up about the plant."
Sam was so drunk he couldn't open his eyes but he still managed to do a drunken-version of his resting bitch face.
"Ladies, please stop bitching." Dean rolls his eyes while putting his hand between you as if he was stopping a fight. He was just pissed because he picked the short end of the straw being the designated driver.
Cas slowly shuffled past Sam and Dean to get to you. His eye lids were fluttering from opened to closed as you held him steadily.
"Cas, you okay?"
"I-" He hiccuped. "I need to sit down." He slurred, sitting on the floor in the bar.
Dean rolled his eyes again, looking at the drunken angel on the floor.
"Cas get off the floor." Cas didn't move. He just continued to sit on the floor, dazed off.
"Alright." Dean grunts throwing Cas on his shoulders. "Time to go."
You and Sam groaned before getting up your stools at the bar and following Dean to the impala.
"Okay." Dean groans laying Cas down in the back. You slid in the back, lifting up Cas legs and putting them on your lap so he didn't have to sit up.
"Dean, I love you so much." You slurred. "Marry me?"
"No, I'm your brother." He simply says, sighing.
"So?" You let out a burp. "Why not?"
"Nope." He says shaking his head as he started baby. "That's disgusting."
"I love you." You say again. "Sam, am I your brother?"
"A brotherly brother." Sam giggles.
"I hate all of you." He says pulling out of the parking lot.
"Hey Dean? Do you remember the day we got married?" You smile.
"Oh yeah, of course I do." He says sarcastically.
"We should get someone to marry Cas cause he's sad cause he's not an angel anymore. I was like really happy when we got married we should do that for him." You rant, not knowing anything that is coming out of your mouth.
"That would be cool." Cas adds.
"Who would he marry? You?" Dean humored you. You weren't going to remember this conversation anyway.
"Sure!" You squeal.
"But I thought you were married to me?" Dean tells you, jokingly.
"I can have two husbands. Be a trophy wife." You giggle, letting another burp slip your mouth.
"I'm trapped in a car with a bunch of six year olds." Dean mumbled to himself.
"I'm a drunk six year old?" Sam pointed at himself, jaw dropped.
"Yes."
"No you."
"Sam, were not starting this."
"You guys are funny." You say leaning your head on the door of the impala. "I love being goofy with you guys. "You boys are my best friends." You sniffed.
"Y/N, are you crying?" Dean asked trying not to laugh while looking at you in the rear view mirror.
You leaned your head back and let the tears fall down your face.
"You guys are just too sweet. I can't handle it. You take care of me."
Dean failed to hold back his laughter as he kept on talking to you. "Uh huh."
Cas leaned forward slowly next to Dean.
"What kid of tux do you need when you get married?"
"Cas you are not marrying Y/N. You're drunk." Dean answers.
Cas sat back in the seat and let out a pouty "hmf" as his back hit the chair.
You looked in the front seat to see that Sam was completely unconscious.
"Lightweight." You chuckled at him. "At least I'm not a drunk crier." You unexpectedly heard, Sam letting you know that he wasn't really asleep.
"At least I'm not a bitch."
"No, you're a bitch."
"No you."
"No you."
"You're all a bunch of bitches." Cas spats while laying down in the bench seat. You threw his legs off in a sign of 'screw you.'
"Kids." Dean mumbled under his Dad voice. "Do I need to pull over and get on to you?"
"No." You all mumbled, while you crossed your arms in annoyance.
