malwinchester (malwinchester) wrote,

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New fic and apology.

Apology first: I don't post much (obviously) but I'm here everyday. Lurking in the shadows. Reading fics. So sorry if any of you feel like I've abandoned you. I just don't have much to say. *shrug* Not sure if I mentioned this before, but I've got a tumblr ( I'm there pretty much every night. Because I have no social life. lol

Anyway, I just wrote this little blurb while bored at work. Thought I'd share it with anyone who was still friends with me on here. Since I never post, I'm not sure if any of you are still here. lol Ok. Here you go. My second ever fic:

Warnings: Drunk!Dean
Pairing: None
Characters: Dean, Castiel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 359
Summary: Dean is drunk and wants a taco.

That bottle on the table was full before. So was the one in his hand. Dean’s sure of it. But now he looks down at the bottle in his hand and sees that it’s 3/4 empty and the one on the table is 4/4 empty. “Hm…Cas…Y’shd be hr. I’s awsme. Thr’s a moose picshur on tha wall…rmnds me of Smmy…Cas? Where’r you? M bored…need to… I need to…taco. I cld use a taco. Whammy me up a taco, Cas. Cn’t drive…no drivn…c’mon…whammy me a taco, Cas…”

“I will not ‘whammy you a taco,’ Dean.” Dean feels the slight breeze that accompanies Castiel’s arrival like it’s a hurricane and nearly falls off the bed.

“Cas! There y’are. Wher’ve you been? I’m bored wi’out Sammy here and you weren’t here and no one was here…no one’s ever here… I don like bein alon- bored, Cas. I’s boring and I don like it.”

Cas could almost see Dean’s pout if it wasn’t obscured by the bottle he’s drinking from. Dean is drunk; Castiel knows this like he knows how to fly. He reaches over and carefully takes the bottle from Dean’s hand. “You have had enough to drink.”


“No. You will only regurgitate it in the morning.”

“Nah. Won do that, Cas. I cn hold my liquor…Almst two btls down and ‘m not even drunk. Know why?”

Cas just sighs. “No, Dean. Why?”

“I’s cause I’m awwwsome…Right, Cas? You think I’m awsome…right?”

Cas can hear the undertone of pleading in Dean’s voice and can only feel sadness. It isn’t right for one man to be so sad and alone in the world with no one to turn to. Cas goes to the bed and sits down next to Dean. “Yes. You are awesome.”

Dean leans, or more accurately falls, onto Cas’s shoulder. “Yeah. Tha’s me. Mr. Awesome.” Dean belches. “Mmm…Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?”

“If you won’t whammy me a taco, cn you aleast stop the room spinnin? ‘S makin me feel nah so good…” And with that, Dean Winchester, aka Mr. Awesome, falls backwards and passes out.

And Castiel, Angel of the Lord, takes off his shoes and puts him to sleep.
Tags: castiel, dean, my fics, so bored at work
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