
"Are you just going to drink? There is a lot to be done." Cas's annoyed voice snapped Dean out of his drunken haze. "Like wha?" Dean slurred, taking another swig of Johnnie Walker, feeling it's pleasant burn down his throat. He didn't look up at Cas, he couldn't. A Destiel fanfiction. Takes place after 'Brother's keeper'. Also posted here: http://the-angel-of-absinthe.tumblr.com/post/120341424281/a-destiel-drabble [[The universe is loosely based on the end!verse]]All Rights Reserved