Sunlight. Though a commonly welcomed sight in the morning, Charles can’t help but hate the world for turning and shifting from night to day. His head was pounding, his eyes burned, his mouth felt dry. Never before had he felt this terrible when he was hungover, nor does he think he had ever been able to remember this little. He rolled over in bed ( Read more... )

"I can't believe you tonight," Cas said quietly. "I can't believe you'd do that."
Dean laughed drunkenly, slurring slightly as he spoke. "I just punched him, that's all."
The punched man in question had gotten too close to Dean while he and Cas were sitting at the bar. Sam sat in the background as usual, researching as always. Cas had been drinking ( Read more... )