Hours after Kang's Party, and too tired to go home

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean stumbled around, his head still buzzing away with all the liquor he drank down.

Down down into a dark hole. 'What's dead should stay dead.' 'You sure all of you came back?'

He wiped a hand in front of his face, blinking, and gave a drunken laugh that almost made him sound more insane than drunk. At least the alcohol sluicing through his body killed some of the thoughts. The memories of Cold Oak, Hell, and thoughts about destiny and burdens. He didn't have to focus now. Hunt was done, could sleep. Oh wait, no he can't. Never slept all that much to begin with, what else is new?

He hummed Enter Sandman in a daze as he fell over to one of the organic couches in the Obs Deck. Nothing like magic fingers, but what the hell?

"Damn, I think I need another drink, haha..." he commented drunkenly to himself.

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[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

Sawyer was still wandering around the ship after leaving the party in search of his 'room.' With all the Nightmare King craziness going on after he'd been kicked out of GLaDoS' maze, Sawyer hadn't had much of an 'opportunity' to get any sleep much less memorize which of the identical rooms in the crew quarters were his. With the air in the full of dust and the old barracks just creepy as all hell, Sawyer stumbled his way into the obs deck, intent on crashing on one the fleshy couches.

Yeah, they were gross but at this point he was both too tired and too drunk to care.

He wandered in just in time to catch the tail end of what Dean had said. "Talkin' to yerself there, Ace?" he said, shuffling over to an empty couch and plopping himself down onto it.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean snorted at that, even if the nickname made him pause for a brief second, "If you think about it, you can't. Not with big momma Stacy overseeing all, you know?"

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah, don't remind me," Sawyer grumbled, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. "Last think I wanna be doin' is thinkin' about this damn ship peepin' on me when I'm beatin' off."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"That's because you're thinking too much. Goes better if you don't."

Dean added, "Unless you're saying you're thinking of the ship when you're greasing your pole... and dude that's just ...weird." The tentacles alone were a libido killer in his opinion.

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

Sawyer's eyes open and he lifted his head to scowl at Dean.

"Very funny, jackass."

He's not amused.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"Oh I know I'm hilarious and awesome," He smugly replied before promptly belching. Too much beer, damn.

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you just keep tellin' yerself that, Ace," Sawyer said as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back to rest again.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

What had possessed Kaylee to stumble up towards the living quarters instead of Serenity was beyond her, but she had managed it somehow. The alcohol (when was the last time she'd had that much to drink, anyhow? Canton??) was probably a good part of it. She made a soon-to-be forgotten mental note that the ship was the other way, and continued on her way through the Deck.

Up until this point, she had actually done fairly well at staying quiet and sneaking about, but clumsy footing led to barely regained balance.

"Bie wu long, end up on the floor." Not a good idea, considering she only had the use of one arm to catch herself. It only took a moment longer to realize she was mumbling to no one but her own self, and only another split second to burst into a fit of giggles.

Oh, tomorrow'd be one hell of a hangover.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean eyed her with a sleepy drunken smile.

"Thass why there's couches. Softer." He started to get up to help her, but only fell onto the floor himself.

Whoops.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you should stick to the couches, hm?"

The giggles kept on coming, though Kaylee did make her careful way over to offer Dean her uninjured arm for help up.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, couches are better." He grabbed her hand, and slowly rose up. Though the momentum made him stumbled, and nearly fall on her chest.

Hmmm... speaking of things that are soft.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

His stumble only helped her to fall backwards onto the couch behind her, half dragging him down as well.

"Maybe we should stick to one spot," she laughed. Moving around didn't seem to be doing either of them any good.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I can't dance anyway," He joked back, though he had a little interest at the moving. Hmm... not enough interest yet, that's not good.

[withoutspice]

Even though Ghanima hated being on Stacy and tried to stay inside the City where it didn't seem so much like being on a living spaceship, she always seemed to be pulled to the obs deck. She liked to watch the shifting patterns of stars and space itself through the large windows. It was calming, and it even made her smile a little.

She'd heard Dean's approach before he'd even made it to the obs deck, and had stiffled a smile as he fell onto on of the couches. He was drunk, and loud and could be possibly amusing.

Turning she took a step toward the couch he was sprawled out on. "Would you like me to get a drink, Dean?" she asked, trying to hold back her amused smile.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"Nah, I'm good here, thanks," Dean replied with a grin as he laid sprawled out.

[withoutspice]

"Hmmm really?" she laughed before cautiously perching on the couch beside him. "How much did you have to drink?"

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean tried to mentally count, but gave up after nine. "I don't know, at least ten but less than twenty." He just shrugged since heavy drinking nights were of the norm. Especially when he's troubled, even if he felt more drunk than troubled at the moment.

[withoutspice]

Her head tilted a little to the side and she looked down at him with concern. "Well that's certainly an accomplishment," she said after a moment. "And you're sure you're alright?"

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah, do this all the time." He hadn't eaten anything, but felt more like drink than food. (Which is unusual for him.) Didn't feel like sleep either, least until the drink helps him pass out.

[trenchcoatange1.livejournal.com]

Dean's thoughts are interrupted by a sudden 'whoosh' sound accompanied by what seems to be the flapping of wings. Looking behind him, Dean would find Castiel standing where Castiel had not been standing just a moment ago.

"Hello, Dean."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

By this time he had dozed a little, and some of the drink had worn off. His eyes slowly blinked as he turned his head to the side.

"Cas, didn't feel like getting your drink on?"

[trenchcoatange1.livejournal.com]

"No," Cas answered. Even if he had felt like 'getting his drink on' it wouldn't have mattered much anyway since alcohol didn't affect angels the same way it did humans.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"Right," Dean sighed, and wiped a hand over his face.

He finally said, "What really happened, Cas? When you showed up to pull me out?" He remembered most of hell, but had trouble at that part.

[trenchcoatange1.livejournal.com]

"I already told you," Castiel answered, moving over to one of the sofas and sitting down. "My garrison laid siege to Hell, we found you, and I gripped you tightly and pulled you from Damnation."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean's hand briefly went to his shoulder where the scar was.

"Right and you gave me this." His hand fell away, and he finally asked, "Was it all of me? Or just what little was left?"