"Come on Sammy, we need a break," Dean pleaded, leaning back in his cheap chair. After eating at Biggerson's, we had come right back to the motel to do some research. "I'm telling you Dean, I'm looking through the lore but it's not a ghost. No one around here died with a blanket," he said, clicking away at his laptop.

Meanwhile, Cas and I were sitting on the bed, trying to figure out who's scare factor was way up. "Oh my god!" I groaned, shutting my eyes. "Literally all they write about in this town are tangerine," I ranted. Castiel nodded, "all they talk about is this small fruit, why?" He asked, turning to me. "You got me there," I replied, before a side tab caught my eye.

The story was from two days ago, titled, Town Veteran back from War. I instantly straighten up, reading excitedly. "I've got the next victim," I called out, making Sam and Dean raise. We all crowded around the computer I had nicked from a local electronics store two towns over. "'Young Veteran Lance Tirana comes home after 2 tours in the Middle East. He's won two awards for valor'," Sam read off, shrugging. "He seems very well adjusted," Castiel commented, getting up.

"No look," Dean pointed out, reading ahead. "'In an interview with his mother, she answers a few questions that we don't see on the outside. Ms. Tirana reports that Lance suffers from PTSD'," Dean finished, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I shut my computer, "we can go watch his house at dark, but right now," I got up, pulling a jacket over my flannel. "I need a drink,"

Sam paused shaking his head, "I should really stay here and figure out what it is," he retrieved his computer. I rolled my eyes, putting my long hair in a bun. "Loosen up, Sammy," I murmured, reapplying eyeliner. Sam gave me a thin smile, "you two go ahead,"

Dean shrugged, and like that, we piled into the car.

**********

"Why don't you go up there?" Dean suggested, pointing to the karaoke stage. Currently, to college boys were singing their drunk hearts out. I felt an overwhelming amount of secondhand embarrassment for them, but at the same time, let them live. I just hope no ones video taping for their sake. "No thanks Dean," I chuckled, shaking my head. "You said you were a musician?" He remembered, taking a swig of his drink. I darkly laughed, "the key word being were. Now, that life's behind me," I explained, sipping my own beer. He gazed over at the two boys leaving the stage. "It doesn't have to be," he smiled, getting up and pulling my hand.

"Dean..." I whined, pulling back. He spun around to me, "come on, sing something that these poor souls can dance slowly too," he pleaded, "please Mags?"

I let a slow grin come into my face at the new nickname. He took another swig, and I rolled my eyes. "Fine," I groaned, to which he wiggled his eyebrows. My feet took steady steps up the stairs, my clammy hands grasping the microphone. The Dj came up to me, asking my song. "Oh, um," I pondered my choices and settled on love you like I'm gonna loose you. "That's a duet," the man reminded, but quickly compensated for it. "I'll go get someone,"

I cleared my throat, waiting as a guy in about his twenties walked up. "I'm Lance," he introduced. My heart beat skipped a quick second at the name, my head snapping in his direction. "Oh, Lance the Veteran?" I said un surely. He looked to the floor with a smile. "Yeah, that's me," he chuckled, holding a second microphone. "Singing, it really calms me down. It's what I used to do over there, ask my buddies. We'll be in the middle of a fire fight and I'm singing Frank Sinatra," He laughed, and it made me hate what I knew was happening tonight. On my life, this kid is gonna live.

"How are you holding up at nights?" I softly asked, careful not to speak into the crowd. "You know, the nightmares. PTSD and all that," he shrugged, "but honestly, I know I'll get through it. As long as I can sing," he said proudly. I beamed at his courage, and signaled the DJ to play the track.

All feelings of nervousness left my body like a gust of wind. All the cement that had been poured over my chest elder away, and the only thing I heard was Lance and I's voice. And he could sing. When I looked into the crowd, I saw a smirking Dean, who now had 3 empty shot glasses. Great, I thought amidst my singing. The song finally ended with a beautiful note, causing a roar from the crowd. "So, see you later?" I said to lance, jumping down from the stage. "Yeah," he smiled, "but right now I'm heading home so, see you around," he walked towards the exit. "Mags that was great," Dean slurred, swinging his arm. "Dean how many drinks did you have while I was gone?" I groaned, looking at the array of assorted glasses. He blinked rapidly, "lost count,"

I sighed, taking another shot. He furrowed his confused brow at me, "and why aren't you drunk?" He said, practically falling over. "Half angel, remember?" I laughed, deciding to take another shot. As I said in Miami, I'm no light weight, but if given enough, I'll drink the entire shelf. And it looked that way from here. As I chugged my 3rd shot, technically sixth for the night, my mind began to go a little fuzzy. The rational part of me was worrying about the mounding bill, while the loopy part was looking at Dean Winchester. Another shot. Cute Dean Winchester. Another shot. Attractive Dean Winchester? Another shot.

Hot Dean Winchester.

Very hot. And pretty eyes... Green like a flowing meadow of grass. Or flowers. What's the difference again? "Now... I'm drunk," I giggled, leaning into deans chest. He laughed, playing with my hair. "Me too,"

"I know,"

"I know,"

"I know,"

"What?" He said gruffly, making me snigger. "Dean, you're really tall," I marveled, looking up. "Not Sam tall, but damn," I chuckled. He leaned closer down, "I know,". I stood there giggling at him, and muttered something from my subconscious mind. "We're so screwed for tonight," I laughed, not entirely realizing what I was doing. "Lance," Dean said, realization in his eyes. "Shit, we have to go,"

I dragged him back when he got up, where does cute little Dean think he's going? "I'm not going to die from your drunk ass driving." I paused, "call Cas," Dean blinked at my suggestion, before full on smiling his pearl white teeth. "Oh yeah!" He cleared his throat, looking above me, "oh Castiel, in all your god squad mojo, please come save us..." He looked at me for help, to which I whispered, "save us from drunk driving"

He widened his eyes, "yeah, save us from drunk driving," Dean finished. I had taken another shot while he was talking, and that's when things really spotted spinning. "And to save you from me," I slyly smirked, leaning in and kissing Dean. Was it Dean? I think so... Yeah it definitely was Dean. The Winchester kissed back, and I actually enjoyed the sweet taste of alcohol on his lips. Without realizing, my elbow knocked a glass flying off a table, and Castiel caught just as he zapped in.

"Dean!" He shouted, causing us to jump apart. Uh oh. Cas looks angry. Very scary, and very angry. I hid behind Dean, who was sheepishly looking at the Angel. "Oh you came," he mumbled. "Are you serious?" Castiel grumbled, "you got drunk? On the night of a hunt? What the hell is wrong with you, this is so unlike you! You're usually so professional Dean!" Cas scolded, stating the glass down furiously. It cracked under his grip, making a fearful squeal come from my throat. "I'm tired Cas, and Maggie and I wanted to have fun," Dean whined like a child, "do you remember what that is?"

Castiel ignored his comment, snapping his fingers. "Your car is back at the motel, we're leaving," he said, grasping both our arms with a tight grip. "But-"

I was cut off when we suddenly reappeared in the motel room. Sam jumped back from his seat. "What the-" he started, looking at the situation in front of him. "Hiya Sam!" I smiled, holding on to deans arm for steadiness. Or Dean was holding on to me. "Are you guys drunk?" Sam sighed, getting up from his chair. "Maybe," Dean said wrinkling his nose. "Cas we don't have time for this," Sam pointed at our stumbling figures, "fix them," Castiel looked taken aback, almost insulted. "I'm not some mechanic, Sam," he grumbled, stepping forward. Sam pulled the puppy dog eyes, turning his eyebrows up. "But yes, I can fix them," Castiel sighed, turning to Dean and I. Dean gave me a strange look, "what do you me- ah!" He yelped, just as Cas touched our foreheads.

The warmth left my body, and instead a million pinpricks pulled at my very existence. My head pounded like an Afro-Cuban beat, temporarily blinding me. I stumbled into the bed, tripping over my own feet. Dean leaned against the wall, wincing as he clutched his head.

"Oh my god," I mumbled, my face in the sheets. "What the hell Cas! What did you do to us?" Dean demanded, marching over. "Accelerated your process of getting rid of intoxication," Castiel said gruffly, his fists together. "In English?" I asked, sitting up.

Bad idea.

The entire room spun, until I crashed into Dean, who steadily helped me up. "Everything a happening faster, you're in the hangover mode. It should last 20 minutes, but it's an entire hangover in that small amount of time," he simplified, walking next to Sam. "Hey Cas, you okay?" Sam whispered, but I picked up on it. Castiel paused, then looked at Sam. "I caught Dean and Maggie kissing in a bar," he admitted, making Sam snap towards us.

He busted out in a fit of chuckles, pointing a finger. "You two?" He hollered, "oh my god!"

I furrowed my eyebrow at what they were saying until it hit me. The memory of Dean and I came flooding back, causing my cheeks to burn. Dean smirked down at me, "we could finish what we started?" He offered, but I jabbed a finger into his chest. "That was a one time thing," I informed, stunning away. He chuckled a little, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "You're real good too, maggie. But you're more of a kid sister, huh?" He smiled.

Cas stiffly sat down, glaring at us two. His cold blue eyes sent shivers down my spine, so I casually looked at Sam. He was collecting a stack of papers he must've printed, and glanced through them. "So get this, there actually is such thing as a killer blanket," he thinly smiled, taking a seat. "What the hell could possibly be a killer blanket?" I scoffed, leaning into Dean as another dizzy spell hit me. "The Ittan-momen," Sam said.

"The what-mommy?" Dean groaned, shaking his head. "Ittan-momen, a Japanese monster that disguises itself as a piece of cloth. It can fly through the night-" Dean mumbled an, oh great, as Sam read, "-and feeds off people's fear. Then, it kills them," Sam finished. I shrugged my shoulders, "how do we kill it?"

Sam opened another paper, "burn it,"

Dean unwrapped his arm, collecting supplies. "Let's light this security blanket,"

A/N DONT SKIP

Omg sorry I've taken so long to update. Well, anyway, the pic is of my hand actually lol, I did a henna on myself of Gabriel's horn and the mark of Cain! Hope you like! So, after this hunt ends, I'm doing a special Christmas chapter, SuperNerdgirl gave me some funny ideas, and I will be incorporating them in an interesting way, thanks! Now before our usual opinion question, I'm saying my thoughts on the last one. I would think Sam  as the snuggle buddy because at motels, it's become a habit that they share a bed to save money. Dean is for sure the prank buddy, and not the drinking buddy because look what just happened^. And Castiel is the drinking buddy because it takes way longer for him to get drunk and then he can poof them both home until Maggie masters her wings. This question, if Maggie were to sing karaoke with the boys, who would sing what?

Carry on my wayward son?

Highway to hell?

Heat of the moment?

I'll share my thoughts as well, in the next chappie! Stay tuned and pls comment and vote!

-:)