I hammer back my fifth drink and am so close to passing out. Dean grabs ahold of my shirt as I'm wavering off of the stool. I pass out, and after a check from Cas, am taken back to the Bunker.
I wake up with a seering pain in my head and feel like my stomach is flipping around violently. Castiel comes in the room, and sits beside me. "Are you okay, Donna?" I nod, "Yeah, but how much did I drink last night?" Castiel ponders for a millisecond and then says, "Exactly five shots of tequila and a bottle of whiskey." I sigh, and burp as I sit up. I then just lay back down because I feel like I've been run over. Soon, Dean and Sam come in and ask me how I'm feeling. "Not good, but we all drank, right?" All three of them nod, "Then how are y'all not hungover?" Dean chuckles, "I can hold my liquor." Sam comes and sits with me, then says, "You drank a bottle of whiskey, split with Dean and I. Your POTS is probably pissed off at all the alcohol you drank." Cas says, "I'm an angel, i don't get drunk. And Sam is right. We almost took you to the hospital because your heart rate was high. But i decided against it. You'll be fine, just rest and no more alcohol of that magnitude! Do be aware you have an autonomic condition." I nod and everyone lets me rest.
