Title: How Do You Talk To An Angel
Disclaimer: Don't own any of them – now ask me what I'd do if I did. I dare you.
Drabble Challenge Word: "Hold"
Word Count: 100 words. Yay me.
Players: Go to Enkidu07's page, and you'll find all the usual suspects. Resistance is futile – you will be drabbleized. We're like the Borg, only cuter.
Spoiler Alert: None. For the fantabulous Tribble Master's birthday, it's just the guys coming back from a night at the bar – plus one. Yes, it's a Drunk!Castiel fic.
Dean knew angels were strong but he had no idea that Castiel would be so HEAVY, as they all walked back to the motel room.
"Sam, get the –" His brother was already opening the door, a silly grin plastered on his face.
"You and Cas – neither of you have any tolerance for booze, I swear."
"Sh-shouldn't swear, Dean" murmured Castiel, his hold around Dean's neck slipping as he fell onto the bed. Glassy blue eyes regarded him. "Don't make me smite you…"
Dean snorted while Sam giggled drunkenly. "Dude, right now you couldn't smite the broadside of a barn."
Author's Notes: When they all get sober, Tirbble Master, Sam and Dean and Castiel will wish you a very Happy Birthday. I'm fine so I'll extend my wishes now: Have a GREAT day!