( Somehow, Dean's body finds itself lowering and leaning as his lower back touches the end of the bed. He's reached the point where alcohol has overtaken his embarrassment, and he won't accomplish more than he'd planned.
He nods to Cas' question, only because whatever he asked went up in inflection. Sure. Yes.
Technically, he drank for a day straight, begged off and then drank again with Neal and then - yeah, all day today.
When Cas retreats to bring Dean water, he pushes himself fully onto his bed and stretches out, clutching the pillow under his head. By the time Cas returns, he's snoring, well into the next day's hangover. )
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He nods to Cas' question, only because whatever he asked went up in inflection. Sure. Yes.
Technically, he drank for a day straight, begged off and then drank again with Neal and then - yeah, all day today.
When Cas retreats to bring Dean water, he pushes himself fully onto his bed and stretches out, clutching the pillow under his head. By the time Cas returns, he's snoring, well into the next day's hangover. )