^^TRIGGER FOR SMALL DESCRIPTION OF SEXUAL ASSAULT (it's really just unwanted touching. no actual rape/attempted rape) . However, do not keep reading if you are uncomfortable or don't want to read about anything like that.^^

January 1st, 2016
((Around 12:15 am. It'll make sense if you keep reading!))

// Dean //

"Cas, Cas! We've got two weeks to the weddinggggg!!" Dean yelled, running over to Castiel.

"I know, Dean. I'm glad you're excited," Castiel glanced up, noticing that Dean was clearly unsteady. "and drunk. Good lord, how much alcohol did you down at this party?"

The man stood, looking down at his hands. "A- uhh- I lost count after... what comes after eleven?" He paused to burp and think, clutching his stomach in the process. "Oh, it's not that bad. It was like, just five shots of tequila, two glasses of whiskey, and maybe a six-pack of beer. I should be fine. Hell, I am fine! I'm feeling better than fine! I'm feelin' good!"

Castiel was visibly speechless, even to the drunk Winchester. "We've been here for five hours, so I guess it could be worse. Dean, you're going to have a bitch of a hangover in the morning. You'll probably throw up in ten minutes."

The other took a moment to understand the statement, but was interrupted. Cas was right, he was going to throw up. Just not ten minutes from now, that is.

That was the first reason why he should've listened to his fiancé when he said to go easy on the drinks two hours ago. Apparently, tequila didn't want to cooperate with its so-called pal whiskey. He mentally cursed out every last person who convinced him to 'just take another, won't hurt ya'. If that wasn't a damn lie, he didn't know what was.

The second was the stench he carried around. Unlike the usual hint of leather, there was the sour smell of whiskey that hadn't stayed in his system. Did anyone notice, other than himself? 'Course not, even Cas wouldn't notice it at first. Not unless Dean tried to kiss him, which Cas would break away from. It was never because he didn't want to be with him; it was just the alcohol and the clouded thoughts, as Cas called it.

The third and final one was that Castiel would go into protective mode if he complained about a hangover. He knew Cas wanted to take care of him and make sure the hangover was dealt with. He loved that Cas wanted to help, but sometimes laying in bed and sleeping out the headaches was a better option.

And, during all this time of thinking, he managed to expel everything he'd eaten for the night. So much for the roast beef sandwich and chips.

"Dean? You still- oh. Yeah, you're still in here."

"Yes, Cas, I'm still here. Don't start-" Dean groaned, laying his head against the cold porcelain of the toilet seat.

Castiel sighed. "I wasn't going to. Although, you're lucky that I don't drink much. Especially not tonight, with all that you had."

"I thought I said don't start! Please, Cas. Let me sit here and wallow in acute alcoholism." Dean tried to face Cas, but ended up gagging again.

Castiel mumbled something Dean couldn't figure out and walked away. He knew that Cas was probably trying to say goodbye to everyone. Luckily, Dean managed to get up from the floor a few minutes later. He made his way to the kitchen, hoping to find his fiancé.

Great, now I can't find Cas, Dean thought. He had gone through every room, but the raven-haired man was nowhere to be found. Dean was double-checking every room, but there was only one left to check again. It was the guest room.

Dean didn't have to open the door, as it was already wide open. "Cas? What the hell?"

Castiel was found slumped next to the closet door. His shirt was unbuttoned to his torso, and he looked to be...asleep? It had only been ten minutes, how had he managed to do that? He wasn't in here when Dean checked this room a few minutes ago, so what happened? Then, Dean saw movement.

"No! Get away! Now! Don't touch me!" Castiel was screaming, backing away to the door. He could only see Dean's back, as he was facing the window.

"Cas, no! It's me- it's just me! Don't go, Cas!" Dean turned, but Castiel still tried to get away. "Will you calm down long enough to explain whatever happened here?"

Castiel stopped, looking down at his shirt. "Well, you were saying something about 'acute alcoholism' and throwing up, so I tried to get ready to go. I said something to one of the twin brothers, something about trying to find a drink before we go. He brought one back, and it was already open, which I just thought was normal," Cas' voice started to break, and Dean feared what he would say next. "but, I'm sure it wasn't. I think I drank about half of it? I don't know, but it wasn't fully right. I felt like I was getting a headache, so I asked if there was a spot I could just sit for awhile. He- he led me to this room or whatever."

"Okay...go on, if you can." Dean mumbled, worried.

"Yeah, I- I can. He brought be in here, but he didn't leave when I told him to. H-he walked over to me when I was sitting on the bed. He g-grabbed my shoulder and then he k-kissed me. He kissed me, Dean! I- his- then he reached for my shirt. I struggled and tried to run, but he wouldn't let go of my shoulders. I didn't know what to do, I was obviously on something, and- and- I thought he wasn't going to stop!"

"Did he...try anything other than that?"

"No, he ran out after I tried to kick him away," Cas began. "But he wasn't you, Dean. And that scared me."

Dean didn't want to hear the rest. "Cas, angel, just stop talking. Who was it?"

"Alexander. Of the Ketch twins. I think. I knew it couldn't have been Arthur, he had already headed out for the night." Castiel responded.

"Okay. We're getting the hell outta dodge, and now." Dean said, his hand barely grazing Castiel's elbow.

"Alright."

Now they were back home and in bed. Cas couldn't sleep, so he was nestled against Dean.

"Hey, what're you doing? It's late, Dean." Castiel asked, glancing at the light from the other's phone.

"I'm looking up how to file for sexual assault. I don't want to do that to Alex, but if what you said is true, I'm not going to hesitate. What he did was wrong in more ways than one."

A/N-

Hey hey hey! It's been almost a month since an update, and I'm definitely still on the semi-hiatus. I'm sorry, but I hope this satisfied you for a while.

Also- I'm not sure how much I like this chapter, but I hope it's okay.

That got a bit dark- hopefully y'all don't mind...I got the idea and thought let's go with it.

Don't hate on me for wanting to include the Ketch 'twins'...*flashbacks to that one episode roll in*

Oh! And if I get anything wrong with alcohol or more serious topics, call me out. I'm going to google for most of this stuff, so I'm probably not the most reliable. (Besides knowing some, but not much.)

I think that's all for today.

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