Standing Together

Chapter 104

A/N totally forgot to update again but in my defense it's been a busy day. I GOT MY DRIVERS LICENSE! And I watched the new SPN a free hours ago and I don't want to really spoil anything but the comment section is fair game so if you want to cry about the scene where Jack finds those two people hmu and we can cry together cuz I just smxnsdnznsndbs

Castiel wakes up with the biggest of headaches the next morning. He groans and rolls over, burying his face in his pillow.

"'Morning, Cas," Dean says, far too cheerful for the occasion.

"I want to die."

"I knew you would," Dean replies. "Which is why I brought you a gift."

Castiel just groans, unmoving.

"Come on, get up," Dean says. "I got you some Advil."

Castiel sighs and rolls over. He opens his eyes, the immediately closes them. "Turn the lights off!"

"Okay, hang on."

There's a brief pause, and through his eyelids he can see a slight dimming.

"Okay, lights off," Dean says. "Now come on. Take the painkillers. It'll help."

Castiel sits up reluctantly to find Dean standing next to the bed, Advil in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. Castiel takes them both, swallowing the pills and then downing the rest of the water all at once.

"Remind me to never drink again," Castiel mutters.

"What, didn't have fun last night?" Dean asks teasingly.

"I don't even remember last night," Castiel says.

"Ooh, you got that drunk, huh?" Dean says, amused.

"What even happened last night?" Castiel asks. "I remember doing the shots game thing and that's it."

"Yeah, not much," Dean says. "You insulted Tom Hiddleston. I had a really hard time forgiving that one."

"Wait, what did I say?" Castiel asks.

"They he looks like a grandpa."

Castiel just laughs. What the fuck?

"Did I say anything else?" Castiel asks.

Dean pauses, then says, "No, not really."

"Are you sure?" Castiel asks. "You look like you're not sure."

"No, you didn't say anything bad," Dean says.

Castiel crosses his arms and looks at him skeptically.

"Well, they're may have been a mention of having sex," Dean says.

Castiel don't respond to that. He's not really sure how to. He kinda wishes he hadn't asked. He can't imagine how awkward that was for Dean last night. It was probably a lot like it is now.

Wait...

"But did we have sex?" Castiel asks, almost hesitantly, because he's not sure he wants to know the answer.

With a small, almost condecendingly amused smile on his face, Dean says, "Trust me, if we had sex last night, you would know."

"Whatever that means," Castiel mutters under his breath. He groans and crutches his head, lying back down in bed. "Everything hurts."

"Gotta love a good hangover," Dean says with a grin.

"Fuck you."

Dean scoffs. "Hey, what did I do?"