#drunk!cas

[perfect-angelic-love]

Castiel with daddy issues PT.2 - The drunk!Cas || S06E18 - 99 Problems

In case you're wondering, PT1 is on my page

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

happy birthday, @theninthdutchessofhell! have some fluff, a birthday!Cas, and an amazing year ahead <3

"Birthdays." Cas declares, eyes flitting across the brothers as he dramatically tosses his head.

Dean ducks his head to hide his smile.

Drunk Cas being talkative, loud and unstoic — well, it was something he could get used to. It'd take way more of an effort to get a hang of Cas being able to get drunk in the first place, but he's sure he'll eventually get there.

"Yeah," Sam grins. "It's yours today."

"I know, Sam." Cas immediately throws back, tone bordering on annoyed. What a baby — Dean snickers, enjoying himself.

Sam shrugs noncommitally.

"Birthdays." Cas repeats, enunciating each consonant painstakingly. Then he turns to Dean, staring with enough purpose to weaken a stronger man — but Dean's Dean, and this, he's definitely used to.

He holds the angel's gaze, lips curving in a smirk.

"Such a weird word." Cas continues, completely straight-faced. There's a graveness in his voice, as if he might as well have just assigned Dean his next political assassination, or grievously informed him that they couldn't save his goldfish.

"Huh?"

"It's almost like —" Cas stops completely, squirming as he tries to remember the word. "Like," He begins, to no avail. Dean looks on with fascination, as Cas's face traverses almost the entire spectrum of human (or ex-angel, he isn't sure what Cas is anymore, but he avoids grouping him in with their unimpressive kind mostly) emotion.

"Bird day?" Sam offers, finishing off the last of his glass, and Cas whips around to stare at him with unbridled admiration.

"Sam Winchester, you're a treasure to mankind." He tells Sam proudly, earning a snort from Dean, and a bark of laughter from the 'treasure' himself, as he lugs himself to his feet with a relaxed 'that's my cue' look at Dean.

"So are you, buddy." Sam pats Cas, smiling toothy and pinkcheeked, as Cas pulls him in for a fierce hug. "So are you."

When they separate, Dean realizes he's almost done with his however-many-th bottle, and flings it at Sam who catches it in a rare stroke of luck. He proceeds to collect as many emptied bottles as he can in his ginormous arms, to drop off at the kitchen because he's a regular boy Scout like that — and then waves goodnight at the two of them before hobbling off to his room.

Cas reseats himself next to Dean, bright-eyed and satisfied.

"Bird day." He repeats, as if for validation, when Dean finds himself caught staring, though it's really not his fault — comfortable, content Cas has always been a weak spot, and he's too beautiful for him to help it.

"That's funny, I guess." Dean manages.

Cas's face scrunches, suddenly doleful. "Bee day would've been funnier."

"Hey, hey," Dean nudges him, as if that could get the sad glint out of his eyes. "Some people — not me, but you know, others — call it a happy b-day sometimes."

"They do?"

Dean nods.

"Oh." Cas sighs thankfully, the frown smoothening itself out. "I'm so glad to hear that."

And with that, he leans over to take a swig of Dean's beer, eyes crinkling at the hunter — back to normal, or as normal as happy-drunk Castiel was ever going to get — leaving Dean stunned in a sudden, overwhelming tornado of emotions.

It's like a switch had flipped.

A switch, stuck for longer than a decade in the middle, apparently the one holding Dean back from giving in all this time, and how badly he's wanted to give in, holy shit —

And now Cas has practically gummy-smiled it to where it should always have been; literally goddamn smiled, hazy-eyed and glorious, his way past the last, assumed-impenetrable wall of Dean's defenses, and his heart, because god-friggin'-dammit, he loves Cas, of course he loves Cas, and —

How had he ever imagined he could hold it in forever?

Blissfully unaware of Dean's revelation, Cas just frowns as he returns the hunter his bottle. "Dean, do you think anyone truly enjoys the taste of —"

Now or never, Winchester.

"— beer, or only tolerates it for the effects it has on their central nervous system, because —"

Dean draws a quick breath, tunes the voices in his head out, and leans in abruptly to press his lips to Cas's cheek.

Cas, obviously, stops speaking entirely.

Dean gulps.

Then slowly, Cas turns, lips parted, and starry eyes directed straight at Dean, and this time Dean doesn't even have to convince himself to go for it, and finds himself leaning closer to plant a kiss on Cas's temple.

Cas's smile grows wider, and Dean thinks he lets out a lightheaded chuckle.

"You humans," Cas ends up saying, shaking his head, tears glistening in his eyes. "And your needless tendencies to overcomplicate everything."

Dean blinks, pulled out of his reverie by Cas's unusual remark, but he doesn't get a chance to ponder — because Cas is cupping his face determinedly, leaning in, and finally, finally meeting his lips in a kiss.

It lasts all of a minute, really, but feels like twelve years worth of promises, and faith, and belonging — and an eternity of love.

"Happy Birthday, Cas."

Dean's voice trembles as he grabs the lapels of his age-old trenchcoat to hold him right there.

Cas doesn't seem like he intends to move either, for a very, very long time — though there's a smug lining to his voice when he speaks, and it's so exasperatingly the Cas Dean fell for, it's unreal.

"Such a weird phrase." Cas whispers back. "Almost sounds like 'I love you', wouldn't you say?"

"You're a little shit when you're drunk." Dean rolls his eyes, and kisses Cas again just because he can, now.

Cas kisses him back eagerly, and Dean wonders if he's accidentally acquired the remnants of Cas's grace when they pull apart, because he could swear this feels like wings.

"Of course. And I love you too."

[oh-writing-my-writing]

cas's phone vibrates with a text from dean. it just reads, "can you be my boyfriend for ten minutes. please." cas, ever the stranger to clichés and particularly blunt when drunk, promptly sends back, "it'll take longer. the first time at least." and contemplating, he adds. "please." dean ends up spraying beer all over the creep at the bar when he bursts out laughing, effectively getting rid of him - and when cas lands on the now-vacated barstool, eyebrows high and eyes hazy to confirm, "now?", dean can't really he do anything but roll his eyes and kiss him.

[fortheloveoffanart]

Suptober20, day 19, pour one out

Earlier...

Now

[spnfic-search-blog]

Okay, this fic is a few years old and might have been on the dirtysupernaturalimagines blog. I feel like the phrase in vino Veritas was used, but basically Cas came back to the bunker drunk and he and the reader got freaky in the library??? I’ve searched the blog with no luck so perhaps someone else can give it fresh eyes! Thank you!!

I’m sorry I was unable to find this in the allotted time. Hopefully someone recognizes this fic.

For any followers if this fic sounds familiar please add to the post so we can find this fic for Demonhunterbarbie

[altuhighschool]

Road trip to Stanford University...

[suckerfordeansfreckles]

Cas isn’t sure why he decides to text Dean now, at 3:24 a.m. — but with how his stomach is roaring and his head is pounding, his mouth still tasting like cheap tequila, all he wants is his best friend to take care of him.

Cas: I don’t know why i even let Meg drag me out to party, but this isit

Cas: i think i’ll die

Cas: i didn’t realize i had such a low alcohol tolernce

He sends the texts to Dean, drops his phone to the floor next to him, and leans his head against the cold toilet seat.

He’s glad he’s made it home. If he hadn’t slipped away and taken a taxi, he’s not sure how much worse this evening might have ended.

His phone vibrates, a loud and sharp noise against the tile floor.

Dean: Are you alright?

Cas is about to text back when another wave of sickness pulls him under, and he stumbles up and over the toilet to dry-heave.

His phone vibrates again, but Cas can’t move for a while, needs to stay perfectly still to calm both his head and his stomach.

When he feels better, he sits back down and grabs for his phone.

Dean: I’ll be over in 15

It’s not long after, that he hears Dean fumbling with the spare keys Cas gave him months ago, stumbling into the room and dropping his boots next to the door.

“Cas?”

“Mhm,” Cas replies, groggy and tired.

Dean is beside him in seconds, kneeling on the floor and looking at him with a pale face. “What happened?” he asks, eyes wide with worry.

“Meg,” Cas murmurs weakly. “Made me drink, y’know, to celebrate getting through the last exams.”

“Got a little too much?” Dean guesses, raising his hand to brush Cas’ hair out of his face. Cas thinks it lingers a little longer than usually, but when Dean eventually pulls it from Cas’ cheek and leaves nothing but uncomfortable cold, he suddenly isn’t so sure anymore.

“Mmm,” Cas agrees, dropping his head back down against cool ceramic.

“Do you feel like you can get up?”

“Maybe in a little while,” Cas sighs, hand blindly reaching for whatever part of Dean he can reach. He grabs his hand, weaves their fingers together, and is glad Dean doesn’t pull away.

“Did you have fun, at least?” Dean asks, a little more teasingly now.

“No. No, it was awful. Too many people, too loud, too many cigarettes. People groping me.”

Dean doesn’t say anything for a long while, until he takes a deep breath and shifts on his knees. “I’m sorry your evening was that bad. I think it might get better once you had a few sips of water and are in bed. Feel ready, yet?”

Cas doesn’t answer, just pushes up onto his hands and knees and tries to stand. He sways, knocking his elbow against the sink, but then Dean is in his space and holds him upright, hands wrapped around Cas’ upper arms.

“C’mon,” he murmurs, leading Cas out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. “You think you can get out of your clothes yourself?”

“Mm, ‘ll try,” Cas murmurs, fighting to keep his eyes open. Dean gently guides him down so he sits on his bed, steps back and averts his eyes.

Cas gets out of his shirt alright, but his jeans, well — he struggles. It’s frustrating, the way they don’t seem to want to let go of Cas‘ legs. He grunts in annoyance, then, and rips on their legs.

Dean’s hands stop him, pull his own away and take over the task of carefully peeling Cas’ jeans off of his legs.

“Thanks,” Cas says, and he can feel how adoringly he must stare down at Dean, especially with the way Dean’s cheeks color pink.

Once Dean is done, Cas starts to feel the cold of his room, starts to shiver. Dean moves up, pulls the covers from Cas’ bed and wraps him in them.

“I’ll grab you some water. Stay sitting up, please.”

Cas drinks, but only because Dean encourages him to do so several times, and then sinks down to the bed with a sigh, rolls up beneath his sheets.

Dean is still standing next to the bed, watching with an unsure look.

“Dean,” he sighs, teeth shattering a little. “Dean, will you stay over tonight?”

“Of course,” Dean breathes. He moves closer and lets his fingers brush through Cas’ hair, where it sticks out from beneath the covers he has pulled up to his ear.

“Will you hold me?” It’s the alcohol, making him even dare to ask. Once it’s out, he can’t do anything but squeeze his eyes closed and wait.

“Yeah.” It’s quiet, breathless, and then there’s the rustling of fabric, the bed dips beside him and the covers lift and — and Dean slips in behind him, a line of delicious heat against his back.

He lifts his arm, wraps it around Cas’ waist and murmurs: “Is this okay?”

“So okay,” Cas says, and presses a smile into his pillow. Suddenly, his head and stomach have quieted down, and all there is — is Dean. Dean’s soft touch, his lovely smell, his warmth.

“Thank you,” Cas whispers.

“Always,” Dean murmurs right back, against the back of Cas’ neck.

It’s quiet, then, until Cas blurts: “I love you.”

“Cas—” Dean says, choked and breathless.

“I love you. Thank you for always being there for me,” Cas murmurs, already half asleep, but still desperate to let Dean know.

“Cas. You’re drunk.” Dean sounds weird, a little cold, so Cas turns around in his arms, slow as to not provoke his stomach.

“Yes. But I’ve felt like this for a long time.”

“I —  Tell me again tomorrow. If you still feel this way.”

“Kay,” Cas murmurs, and lets his head sink down to rest against Dean’s chest. “I will.”

Cas isn’t sure how the morning will go — except he’s pretty certain he’ll feel even sicker than today. But he also knows that Dean will be there, by his side. Holding him.

And he’s also sure about what the first words he’ll say as soon as he wakes up will be.

He falls asleep in Dean’s arms, to a soft murmur of me too.

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[caswatchesoveryou]

Happy New Year Cas..❤

i couldn’t finish my christmas comic yet but i managed to draw something for new years eve! 😊 party at the bunker and Cas found a liquor store again..or maybe two? drunk!Cas gets really emotional and grumpy but Dean knows what to do..❤

this whole idea came up when i saw another person in this exact outfit and i just found it so pretty somehow! 😄 i wanted to draw Cas in that and so i did! 😊 hope you like it OH AND!

❤❤❤ HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLKS!!!! ❤❤❤ 😊 may your year be filled with love, fun and lots of destiel..❤ i love you all! ❤ :3