MULTIVERSE// A Supernatural / MCU crossover adventure

Hungover

It took quite a while, but I must have dozed off at some point.
A lied awake for a while, thinking about Dean and Castiel; I feel really bad for leaving them alone. I really don't want Dean to blurt out some repressed feelings to Cas whilst drunk, as I know damn well he'll regret that. If I were in his shoes, I would hope to god that everyone around me would glue my mouth shut.

I look over to the alarm clock Sam let me sit beside our bed. There's no windows in the bunker, and I wanted some way to have any idea what time it is. Thankfully, I can see that it's currently 6:12am. MJ's still asleep, and I should probably be too. It's early for me, but I can't shut my eyes again, not until I know Deans ok.
I oh so very quietly slide out of and bed, shutting the door behind me as I make my escape. I tip-toe through the bunker, so far I can't hear anyone, but I don't want to take my chances.
I go back over to the bathroom we left Dean at, the doors been left wide open with no sign of him or Castiel. Perhaps Deans gone to bed? I continue to tip-toe all the way to Deans room, the door is open just a smidge, so I'm able to see that he's laying in bed, asleep. But what I can also see is Castiel. It's hard to see through the small opening, but it looks like he's sat next to him on the bed, watching over him. I see him run his hand down Deans face, gently caressing his cheek. He looks at Dean with such admiration, whilst simultaneously looking sad.
I feel kinda weird for spying on them, so I whip my head around, and quietly zip back to my room.

"Morning Peter." MJ's raspy morning voice catches me off guard, I thought she'd still be asleep.

"Morning MJ." I smile at her. She's still lying in bed, looking half asleep.

"What're you doing out of bed so early?"

"Oh uhh... I just went to check on Dean. He's fine, he's with Cas."

"Oh." She smirks at me, and then starts to wiggle her eyebrows suggestively. "Is he now?"
I know we were all trying to crack this mystery  together, but I feel like the conversation I had with Dean was private, I really don't want to say anything that might suggest I know a little more, so I just grin and stay quiet.

"It's kinda early don't you think? I thought after last nights adventure you'd be unconscious till like... at least 12:pm." I say jokingly.

She frowns a little, "I could say the same thing about you. Besides I'm only up now as I need the bathroom." She throws the duvet over her legs and walks over to the bathroom. Before she goes in, she hesitates for a second, turning around to look right at the floor beneath our bed. I'm confused for a good second there, until it hits me.
'Frick, I used half of the pads she had.'
My hearts almost jolts with fear, I know she'll wonder where the heck the rest of them went, it's not like they are any other girls living with us. Shit. I don't know how to explain this, so before she gets a proper look, I duck out of the room, and start speed walking into the kitchen.
Oof I really hope she didn't watch me walk away so awkwardly oh god.
I start pacing, thinking of words to say. Is she gonna ask me? Is she gonna just not ask me and things are gonna be awkward as hell? Oh god... what if she works it out. I'm not ready, what will she think of me oh my-

"Peter?" The sound of Castiels voice makes me jump out of my skin, but I thank god it wasn't MJ.

"Ye-yes sir, hi Castiel." I salute to him.

"You're pacing. What's wrong?." He says in a deep tone.

"Oh it's nothing sir, I- I was just wondering what I was gonna have for breakfast!" I completely make up on the spot.

"Well, Cookie Crunch is a favourite in the bunker, although Sam likes to argue it's not very good for you. But I won't tell if you don't." He winks at me.

"Of course, that's sounds amazing thanks Cas." I say, trying to act as normal as possible.
"Say uh... how's Dean doing?"

Cas puts his head down, avoiding eye contact, "Dean's gonna he fine, he finally stopped throwing up around 3, and now he's sleeping so I'm sure he'll recover just fine."

I nod, "cool, cool, cool... sounds- cool."

As I'm speaking, I can hear foot steps walking down the hall. I watch as MJ strolls down the steps, and heads straight towards the fridge. I immediately feel my heart race, I'm just waiting for her to ask me why I took her pads. I don't know how to act casual anymore, but I just sit down at the table, and try and look normal.

"How did you sleep MJ?" Cas asks.

"Hmm, fine thanks. How about you- oh wait." She laughs to her self, "never mind, you don't sleep." She grabs some orange juice from the fridge, pouring herself a glass.

Cas grins a little, "I'm sure if I did sleep, I wouldn't of had much anyway. I'm afraid Dean had me occupied for most of the night."
MJ almost chokes on her orange juice, covering her mouth to avoid any further splatter. She looks over to me to see if I had a similar reaction. I can't help but just smile hopelessly, shaking my head.

"Sorry." MJ chokes out, "wrong pipe." This of course makes me smile even more.

"What are we laughing at?" Dean says from the door way. He's eyes squinted and shirt stained with vomit is quite the look.

Me and MJ shoot our gaze towards each other.

"Nothing." We say in unison.

He somehow squints even harder, "ok... sure."

"Dean, why are up? It's too early, you should be asleep." Cas asks, concern in his voice.

"Well," Dean starts, "no hangover is gonna interrupt my morning routine. Bacon and coffee, they can literally cure anything."

"Oh really?." Sam questions, having just walked into the room. "And by cure anything you mean last nights throw-up fiesta."

Dean looks startled and ashamed, he drops he head and sighs. "Cas did you have to tell him?"

"Oh no no no," Sam laughs, "I think our neighbors could hear you."

At least he doesn't look angry or anything, that's a good thing?

"I honestly didn't even know you could get drunk, I assumed you'd be immune by now." Sam teases. Dean scrunches his face up and mimickes Sam.

After we all eventually made our breakfast, MJ decided she would sit right next to me at the dining table. Which of course is fine... but every time she opens her mouth I'm afraid she'll ask me.

"You feeling ok Peter?" Dean grunts.

I look up from my half eaten cereal bowl, "huh? Of course. Why?"

"Well it's just I've seen you drop your spoon about 4 times now. What gives? Is this about last night?"

"What happened last night?" Sam interrupts.

"Well the kids decided to go on a field trip to hunt me down, and whilst we were outside O'Connors, the same ghost showed up."

I don't know how to respond. I really don't want to talk about Ben. I've got enough on my plate right now and this just really is throwing me off.

"Peter?" Dean repeats himself.

"I'm fine. I think I might just go see if Jacks awake, I borrowed his sweater last night." I excuse myself and practically leap out of my seat.

As soon as I start walking down the hallway, I run straight into Jack, both of us bounce backwards and apologize.

"Sorry Peter I didn't see- ... Is something wrong?"

"I... can I tell you something?"