Characters: Sam, Dean and Castiel
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own them.
"Dean, you're unreal."
"What? What have I done now?"
"I can't believe you took Castiel out and got him drunk."
"I only got him drunk a little bit."
"A little bit? He's an Angel, Dean – a freaking Angel! You shouldn't be getting him drunk at all!"
"So what if he's an angel? What's that got to do with anything?"
"You know damn well, Angels are supposed to be pure and incorruptible. They aren't supposed to get off their face on cheap Whiskey, then pass out in a puddle of sick with their tie wrapped round their head and their pants round their ankles!"
"Well, apparently this one does …"
"Only when you're with him Dean. Like I said, you're freaking unreal."
"Oh, quit your bitching Sam – Cas can look after himself. Anyway, he always wants to learn about the human experience; I'm just giving him a new opportunity. I mean, what's more human than going on a bender?"
"Yeah, right, because getting totally freakin' hammered, staggering into the wrong room and throwing up over your best friend's bed is such a rite of passage."
"Yeah exactly, that's just what I …"
"… hang on, what do you mean 'best friend's bed…?"