Drinking Games
Teddy's laughter was infectious and Dean was certain they were really going to get into some stupid trouble if they were left unsupervised much longer. Someone, he wasn't sure who at this point, had come up with the idea of drinking games.
They'd started on a movie one, drinking every time the characters said or did certain things, and that evolved quickly into "I Have Never" which left Dean half pickled inside with how many things he had done, that Teddy never had. It was at least a good thing they were only drinking beer at this point, because any more whiskey or tequila and Dean was damn sure going to need a new liver. He was already preparing to beg Cas to heal his liver and kidneys in the morning, with how much he'd drank.
"Okay, one more game," Teddy slurred out, head propped up on his hand as he grinned lazily at Dean. The oldest Winchester hiccupped a little and then leaned forward, trying to discern just which Teddy was the real one and which ones were the imposters.
"Mmkay, sure, what?" Dean swayed a bit, his own grin a little bit silly as he looked at him.
"Hmm? What?" Teddy blinked, not quite sure they were even having a conversation anymore, and Dean squinted, leaning further forward, his hand swiping over his face.
"What, what?" Dean shook his head a bit.
"You're so drunk," the teen laughed out and slumped over into Dean's side, yawning and dropping his head back against Dean's shoulder. His hand wandered, finding Dean's arm and pulling it around him. Okay, so he wanted to snuggle a bit, so sue him!
Dean didn't mind, he was too drunk to mind, and he groped around aimlessly for his bottle of beer, picking up Teddy's instead.
"That's mine!" It was a slurred protest and an equally aimless grab for it that left the beer knocked over somewhere, where neither of them cared.
It wasn't until a second later that either of them realised they'd been distracted by a kiss. No one knew who started it, and Dean was the one to end it with a bubble of laughter that ended with him just hugging Teddy to his side.
It wasn't until four hours later, when they woke up curled up together on the couch, that either of them realised it had happened and neither of them was ready to talk about it.
They'd started on a movie one, drinking every time the characters said or did certain things, and that evolved quickly into "I Have Never" which left Dean half pickled inside with how many things he had done, that Teddy never had. It was at least a good thing they were only drinking beer at this point, because any more whiskey or tequila and Dean was damn sure going to need a new liver. He was already preparing to beg Cas to heal his liver and kidneys in the morning, with how much he'd drank.
"Okay, one more game," Teddy slurred out, head propped up on his hand as he grinned lazily at Dean. The oldest Winchester hiccupped a little and then leaned forward, trying to discern just which Teddy was the real one and which ones were the imposters.
"Mmkay, sure, what?" Dean swayed a bit, his own grin a little bit silly as he looked at him.
"Hmm? What?" Teddy blinked, not quite sure they were even having a conversation anymore, and Dean squinted, leaning further forward, his hand swiping over his face.
"What, what?" Dean shook his head a bit.
"You're so drunk," the teen laughed out and slumped over into Dean's side, yawning and dropping his head back against Dean's shoulder. His hand wandered, finding Dean's arm and pulling it around him. Okay, so he wanted to snuggle a bit, so sue him!
Dean didn't mind, he was too drunk to mind, and he groped around aimlessly for his bottle of beer, picking up Teddy's instead.
"That's mine!" It was a slurred protest and an equally aimless grab for it that left the beer knocked over somewhere, where neither of them cared.
It wasn't until a second later that either of them realised they'd been distracted by a kiss. No one knew who started it, and Dean was the one to end it with a bubble of laughter that ended with him just hugging Teddy to his side.
It wasn't until four hours later, when they woke up curled up together on the couch, that either of them realised it had happened and neither of them was ready to talk about it.