Challenge WOW: Hold
Summary: Dean sees just how much Cas can take
Disclaimer: Not mine, none of them :'(
Dean smirked as Castiel finished yet another bottle of tequila.
"Man, you can sure as hell put it away." Dean had spent every dollar he'd won in his last poker game on liquor, but it had been worth it.
"Yep." Castiel hiccupped. He giggled suddenly, grinning and holding his sides, barely holding onto the bottle. Dean smiled back at him. He'd hadn't had anything himself, but it was really funny to sit and watch Cas.
"What?" He asked. Castiel giggled even more.
"Wh-when you stand next to Sam," He broke into another fit of giggles. "You look really short." He laughed so hard his face was red and he couldn't keep talking.
"You're drunk." Dean stated, laughing. Castiel nodded.
"Yes, I believe I am," He slurred. "Hey!" He slapped Dean's knee, looking at him like he'd realized the most important thing in the world. "You know what else is amusing? Lucifer is supposed to be red with horns, like in this photograph I saw," He was giggling madly again. "But he's not!"
Sam was snickering in the corner, watching the intoxicated angel laugh for no reason. Dean turned around to look at him.
"How long do you think it'll take for him to pass out?" He asked. Sam looked around Dean's head. He laughed.
"About twenty seconds ago."