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Castiel didn’t usually indulge in drinking but he isn’t usually human either so he might as well indulge in it.
Ever since he became human he’s been non-stop feeling things he hadn’t felt before and needing things he hadn’t needed before. Who knew just trying to stay alive was so much effort? He felt like he was constantly hungry and tired and thirsty no matter how much he ate, slept or drank. It felt like it was never ending. How do humans do it?
So there he sat, in a bar with a table full of empty shot glasses and plates, blabbering on to himself about the trials and tribulations of being human. He’d been about halfway through his 7th shot of whiskey he started getting dizzy and couldn’t focus his eyes anymore, standing up he made his way to the front of the bar to pay, stumbling and bumping into things on his way there. Once he paid for his things he stumbled outside and began to try walk back to where he was staying.
10 minutes later his head began to hurt and his legs began to give out so he decided to find a phone box and call Dean for help, doubting his ability to find his phone without falling over and after what felt like hours he finally found a phone box and dialled Deans number.
"Dean." Cas slurred leaning forward inside the phone box and resting his head against one of the walls, closing his eyes to try block out the light from the lamppost above him. "Cas? Where the hell are u?" Dean snapped over the phone, concern eminent in his voice despite the frustration mixed in with it “I, uh," Castiel paused, squinting his eyes and turning to look around at the space around him in hopes of finding a good answer, "Somewhere.. uh.. in Kansas." He slurred in return as he went back to resting his head against the inside of the phone box, furrowing his brows to try to dull the disorientating feeling "What’s up with your voice? Are you drunk again? Seriously Cas" Dean retorted with an exasperated expression and sighed, "What’s the bars name?" "Seraphic… Seraphic Brewery I think" answered Castiel, swaying as he stood back up, blinking in attempts to get used to the bright lights around him. "Got it. Just head back there and wait for me 'kay?" Dean said getting up with a grunt and grabbing his keys before walking out the door. "Okay" Cas slurred hanging up the phone and stumbling out of the phone box as he began walking back to the bar.
Stumbling into the bar, Castiel walks over to one of the back corner booths, using the furniture in the bar to help him stay upright. Sitting down in one of the booths he sways a little before putting his head on the table and wrapping his arms around his head in attempts to block out the bright and booming atmosphere of the bar.
A few minutes later and he faintly hears a car drive up and park at the entrance, looking up he watches with fuzzy vision as Dean gets out Baby and into the bar. Cas stands up swaying and flailing his arms around in an attempt to get Deans attention.
Dean quickly spots him and walks over sliding into the booth across from him as Cas sits back down smiling at him widely and looking like he’s having an out of body experience. “What’s got you in the drinking mood then, Hm?” Dean hums with furrowed brows “Where’s Sam?” Cas questions tilting his head like a cartoon puppy and leaning closer to Dean “He’s back at the bunker, had research to do. Now answer the question” Dean said hurriedly looking towards Castiel. “Human experiences. They’re.. they’re strange and uh. Feely.” Cas concludes, “Feely?” Dean teased leaning back against the booth laughing “You know!! Uhm” Castiel responded in attempts to defend himself, waving his hands about as if that would help explain it “They’re a… a lot and… constant” he continued slowly getting louder and his words becoming more slurred “woah okay, I get it” Dean hurried out to try calm Cas down, shaking his head with an empathetic face and his hands up.
“Do you? I- I mean it has to be normal for…uh for you right? That uhm… that constant need to eat, to sleep and to drink? And don’t get me started on all the textures and lights and…” Castiel trailed off, his voice wavering with his hands and eyes moving frantically like he didn’t even understand what he was trying to say. Dean sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before leaning forward and looking into Cas’ eyes “How about we get you home, where are you staying?” he said trying to get Castiel’s attention back “Just uh.. a motel a couple miles from here” Cas said slowly scrunching up his face to try block out the lights shining in his eyes “Come on, I’ll take you back just tell me what way to go” Dean offered, standing up and circling round the booth to Cas’ side and helping him up, grabbing his waist and putting Castiel’s arm around his shoulder.
The car ride back to the motel was quiet apart from the random titbits of conversation Castiel would mumble and slur every now and then and the quiet music playing in the background.
Once Dean managed to wrestle Cas out of Baby he led him inside the motel room and out his jacket and shoes and onto the bed and just when he went to let go of him “Stay” Castiel mumbled and lazily pulled him back “I can’t, I need to get back to the bunker and help Sam” Dean tried to reason looking at Cas’ droopy eyes “Just for a few… few minutes.” Cas slurred out swaying slightly as he shifted to lean on his elbows. Dean sighed glancing towards the door before turning back to Cas and slipping off his shoes and joining Cas on the bed “Fine but only for a few minutes then I’m gone” he grumbled and then suddenly Cas was pulling him close and into his side “Thank you” he mumbled into his hair and closed his eyes. “uh-huh” Dean murmured and leaned into him trying to get comfortable, both falling asleep soon after.