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The rp meant to be (DeanandCasxMerlin)
" You are going to get so wasted," he sighed happily as he inhaled the air. He walked inside and got a booth.
Cas sat next to him awkwardly.Friends.
Friends.
Friends.
He resisted the urge to comment on Dean's saying that he would get wasted. Ever since his drug instances, he didn't really like to...drink...
Maybe he could make an exception.
-sorry work- Dean smirked at Jo." Hey honey, we'll have two shots, each please. And burgers as well, two."
Jo nodded and gave Castiel a wink." Something right up sweetie."
"Shots of what? I don't exactly...drink...that much..."
- I never got a message, well besides this one, can you sent it again, please?-
((what do you mean? What message? like post? I'll repost.))"Shots of what? I don't exactly...drink...much..."
-yep, I meant post and thanks-" Shot of tequila!" Dean shouted happily when Jo left." You're not a drunk, are you? Well, an alcoholic. You're not that, because if you are, we can totally drink some cold pops."
"No, I'm not, it just reminds me of my drug addiction." Cas said bluntly, but realizing his mistake, he scrambled to fix it"I mean...it's fine. Nevermind."
Dean gave Cas a concerned look." We can always drink something else, something that does not have any alcohol in it." Aw chucks,he now felt guilty.
"No, it's fine. Don't feel bad. I need to get over it." The shots arrived, and Cas took his, downing it quickly as a sort of proof he was okay. Sure, it was the first in 8 months, but that was okay. Habits were meant to be broken...right?
Dean rolled his eyes, but his his lips. " What would Charlie do?" he mumbled to himself and he drowned himself with his own shots. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe not.
Cas gave a slight smile, trying to relax things. This was just...two..."bros"...enjoying shots. Yep.
After the 8th shot, Dean felt a little tipsy. He slung his arm over Castiel's shoulder." You liking it?"
"Yeeah."Cas had loosened up during this period of drinking, and though he hadn't drunken as much as Dean, he felt pretty dizzy. He leaned into Dean without thinking, immediately pulling himself off
No...friends. Just friends
Dean groaned and scooted closer to Cas and lifted up his chin with his hand." You got some of the fucking bluest eyes of ever. And I'm a sucker for some baby blues."
"I am not a chil-ld Dean." Cas slurred unexpectedly, finding himself flirting back obnoxiously. No, it wasn't flirting. It was trying to compliment each other to know assets to pick up ladies...or whatever completely straight friends did. When they weren't interested in each other. At all.
Dean waggles his brows." Had you had enough yet, baby?" he was using a pet name to tease him and to also see his reaction." Castiel is a weird name..." he mumbled drunkenly.
"Angel of Thursday. I'm fine with whatever YOU call me." He downed another shot of whiskey in a sort of futile attempt to get his mind and body ot work together. So far, everything was going wrong. HE WAS MARRIED
-something came up for need to leave, sorry:(-Dean leaned in closer, his breathe smelt of whiskey and tequila. " That's so coooool," Dean barked out a laugh." Your name means angel, and you look the part too! So gorgeous."
"I suppose so." Cas said, his unwilling heart racing at the feeling of Dean so near (I got plans for this. They gonna be painful. but good. and it's cool that you left im fine, haven't died*yet*))
((okay, well now I gtg to sleep, but maybe tomorrow, I'll see you. Not in the evening, sadly enough, that's Oktoberfest. Maybe mid-day, some random times. :( ))
Dean pulled away, he was sure do f he was making him.feel.uncomfortable. He gave him a small smile.- you make me smile, so yeah i.cant. Wait to here some of.your plans! And sorry I'll try to RP with you earlier-
((im here now :)))Cas gave a smile in return, sort of lopsided, and giggled slightly
Laughing is always a good sign. He tilted his face towards Castiel's neck and started to nuzzle it.
"What are you doing?" Cas giggled, downing another shot nervously, but not pushing Dean away. This was nice. Dean was just...really drunk. Obviously
" Like, you're so s-s-softttt...." Dean slurred and started place small kisses.
Cas began to lean into it slightly, trying to not seem too enthusiastic. He was just drunk. Just really really, REALLY drunk. That had to be it.
Dean moaned and trailed his kisses upwards. Dean kissed Cas's jaw before pressing his soft lips against his.
Cas suddenly felt the kiss, his eyes flicking open angrily. He shoved Dean off him, throwing someone's drink onto him. "I WON'T BE YOUR WHORE DEAN!!!" He yelled, not caring what people thought. Things were blurry, either with tears or drunkenness. It didn't matter.
He stumbled out of the bar to the surprise of many of the customers, into the street. All he wanted was something to numb this burning fire of betrayal and pain coursing through his veins.
Where was his dealer anyhow?
Dean's cheeks were aflame, people were whispering and snickering and pointing to him. He wanted to just hide under the table, but he had to find Cas and ask him why he said those words. Hell, Cas was too intoxicated to even stand up on his own. Dean got out of the booth and left a couple hundred,there goes his cash for a week. He wobbled as he got up and stumbled towards the exist. " CAS!" he shouted, which earned him a couple glares.
Cas hailed a taxi, getting in. Thank God for busy streets"Bring me to west forty-fourth." Cas said to the driver, choked up.
"You sure, buddy? That's kind of a dangerous place. Maybe you should go home, or..."
"Please."
"...Okay."
They arrived, and Cas paid with what some of his money, saving about 20 dollars. He walked into the back entrance of an old building.
"Jacob, what do you have?" Cas said, wiping his face and trying to slightly more presentable
"Ummm...Castiel? Is that you? I haven't seen you here in a while. Thought you quit. Anyhow, we got some..."
"I'll take it."
"You don't even know what...Dust, eccies, LSD, PCP...?" Jacob searched through some sort of list "Party pills...be specific, man. I can't just give you everything."
"I just...something."
"Well, I can just give you a little bit of something I made a while ago. Kind of a combination thing."
"Sure." Cas leaned on the counter heavily, wiping his eyes again. He shouldn't be doing this. This wasn't...
"Here. 45 bucks." Jacob handed him a bag, the scars from his evident use of heroin evident up and down the dealer's skinny, pale arms. Cas shelled out the money and left, leaning against the wall outside and beginning to break down. This wasn't okay, he had to quit.
At the same time as he doubted his decision, he ripped open the bag unceremoniously, taking out some sort of pill case and taking one. The effect was immediate, blurring things together and giving colors to the shadows. He gave a light laugh. Everything was so loud though
Dean looked around everywhere. Where the hell was Castiel? He was now beyonded worried. If something had happened to him, it was all his fault. Worst and worst images came to mind.Cas getting raped or gangbanged.
Cas getting murder by psyco path. He can just hear the metal cutting through Castiel's throat.
Cas got into a hit-and-run- accident! He was pretty drunk
Dean felt his blood pressure rise. He knew he was going to have one of his anxiety attacks.
his heart then stopped, it hurt too much to think of Castiel. He needed help to find him, so that's why he called Charlie.
" Cas? You want me to find Cas?" she sounded tired, he couldn't blame her.
((YAYYYY!!! PAIN!!!!))Cas giggled, getting up and stumbling over to a lamp post. Things were so nice out. Someone pulled up next to him
"You okay?"
"The night is a nice place."
The person continued driving, and Cas waved to them enthusiastically. People were so fun
He headed into a club, which was so loud, and fun, and so nice. It was warm though.Someone kissed him, and he laughed. Silly girls. But she was all over him, and he pushed her off
"Staaaawwwp!" He giggled.
It really was warm
Dean waited and tried to calm down his heartbeats. He took a deep breathe in and let it out. " Anything?" he barked out, then immediately felt guilt rise up in the back of his throat." Charlie," he whimpered pathetically." I'm sorry,"" Its fine Dean, but all I found out of him is that he has gotten arrested for, for drug use, he's most likely a druggie. I know this one place where people go buy drugs, check it out."
After Charlie have him the address he sighed." I owe you one."
Cas finally found himself with a hooker on one arm and a martini in the other, drinking some and laughing. It seriously was pretty warm in here.He took another pill. The pills made things okay. The pills made things bearable. More than bearable, terrific
Dean reached a rundown warehouse. He was panting by the time when he reached the door." Where are you, you little son of a bitch!" he screamed angrily.
"Hello?" Jcob got up, opening the door slowly "Who are you looking for?"
Dean gave the guy a level headed glare." Where the hell is Castiel?" he barked out.
"Bro, he left a while ago. Heard him outside. Most of our customers go to the bar next door. Check there. But I got no trouble with you, buddy. Just...stay outta here, okay?"
Dean quickly went over to the bar next door and walked in. It reeked of drugs, alcohol, and sex. He wrinkled his nose and started to shove his way towards the bar.
Cas turned, seeing Dean "Heyyy!!" He let go of the girl, stumbling over to him and falling into his arms, unconscious for a few moments
Dean gasped." Oh fudge! Oh fudging hell!" he shouted and patted Cas's cheeks. First thing first, get him out of here. And that's what he did.
Cas woke up, his head rolling back tiredly. His hair was sweaty, and he looked over to Dean blankly
Dean carried Cas bridal style towards his baby. He out him on the back seat." Why did you have to do this to me? Why?" he mumbled sadly." I really like you Castiel, I hate seeing you in harms way."
"I really like your wife too." Cas said in response, his eyes half-lidded
"I'm sure I will."