#nanfandan

  Without realising it, you pushed the glass of water over, and unfortunately spilt the substance onto his jeans. “I’m so sorry” you blubbered, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You were too bubbly and too happy at this point in time. 

   “Don’t worry about it. I’m aleks by the way,” He introduces himself, padding the wet spot with tissues that the barmaid graciously handed to him. “I’m Y/N! Nice to meet you!”

       Aleks got you another glass of water, and you two chattered and got to know each other, you decided he wasn’t such a bad guy. “So what’s the special occasion?” He looked you up and down, you almost forgot you were wearing a black dress that barely fit you that you dubbed your “party dress”. 

  “It’s my 21st,” You respond.

  “Oh Happy Birthday then!” Aleks raised his glass with a smile and looked around. “So uh, you wanna get out of here?”

“This is what you consider decent?” You raised an eyebrow. Itwasn’t the cheapest bottle available, but it was pretty close. “Youboys have low standards.” You took a pull, grimacing as it burneddown your throat and settled in your belly.

“It’s in a glass bottle, not a plastic one. So there’s that.” Hetook the bottle back, taking a few drinks himself. “Oh god, it’s sobad.” He flinched. “It’ll have to do. This week was so awful.”

You agreed, taking the bottle back and taking another sip. “I’mgonna mix this with some soda, or we are both going to have alcoholpoisoning within an hour.” You stood up, taking the bottle withyou. You retreated to the kitchen, Sam close behind you. You pouredyou both a glass, finding an old can of sprite in the pantry. Youheld it up. Sam raised his eyebrows.

“This is going to be disgusting. And tomorrow isn’t going to bepretty. I can already tell.” He sat down at the table. “Hit me.”You rolled your eyes and poured the soda in with the whiskey, slidingit in front of him. He took a sip. “Yup, that’s awful.”

“You’ll manage.” You sat down beside him, raising your glass. “Atoast!” You were already feeling tipsy from the drinks of alcoholyou’d had in the other room.

“To what?” Sam raised his glass as well. You thought abouttoasting to something involving an inappropriate innuendo about theyounger Winchester, but you weren’t that tipsy yet.

“To next week being better than this one.”

“It would have to be, unless one of us died…” He quicklyrealized that was entirely possibly in your line of work, and clinkedglasses. “To next week being better, then.” He nodded and took agulp.

* * *

An hour later, you’d both finished two whiskey sprites, and you foundyourself both on the floor of the kitchen, laughing about the Emoghost that Dean was currently battling the next town over.

“So wait, he literally told you that every time the ghost comes outand the room get’s cold, “Panic at the Disco!” starts playing?Seriously??” You were laughing so hard you thought you were goingto choke.

“Yes! He is so pissed right now.” Sam chuckled, falling into youand knocking you over. “That’s what he gets for going over there tomeet some Tinder girl and not realizing she was a bot.” He rolledhis eyes.

“Oh my god this keeps getting better!” You finally reignedyourself in. “Hey, you didn’t get anything to eat while you were atthe liquor store, did you?”

He shook his head. “No, but I’m starving.” He looked around,pulling himself off of where he had landed on you. “Sorry.” Hesmoothed out his shirt, then sat you back up, making a big display ofstraightening your jacket and your hair and knocking you back overagain.

“God Sam, stop!” You giggled, pushing his hands away. “We needto make food. I’m going to die of starvation while you sit herefucking around with my clothes.” You sat up, then pulled yourselfup off the floor.

“I think we have some… Spaghetti O’s here. And cereal… andmaybe hot dogs.” Sam gripped your belt loop and the table asleverage to pull himself off the floor. His weight nearly dragged youback down, and you toppled back, him catching you at the last minute.“Sorry, Y/N. Sorry!” Firm hands steadied you. You ignored hishands on you, as much as you liked the attention.

“You’re trying to kill me.” You unsteadily made your way to thepantry. “Spaghetti-O’s? You even eat that? It has no lettuce init.”

“I don’t only eat salads!” He was behind you, his hands aroundyour waist, moving you out of the way and reaching for the cans ofpasta.

“I’m not a piece of furniture! You can’t just pick me up and moveme!” You feigned annoyance.

“Sure I can. Here hold these.” He handed the cans to you, one ineach hands. You took them, and he grabbed you and threw you over hisshoulder. “See? It’s totally possible.”

“God damn it, Sam!” You dropped one of the cans as you were swungthrough the air, and smacked him on the ass as hard as you could.

“Ouch! Jesus, calm down! You don’t have any weapons on you do you?”He set you back down, laughing, and picked up the errant container ofSpaghetti-O’s, falling to the ground as he did so.

“I might.” You waggled your eyebrows.

“You’re a terrible liar. Come here.” He reached up and once againlooped a finger through your belt loop, pulling you down onto him ina heap. Soon you were both laughing drunkenly on the floor again,rolling around one another, a tangle of arms and legs.

When Dean came home, he found you both still on the floor, eatingSpaghetti-O’s with plastic forks, straight out of the can.  He shookhis head, rolling his eyes. “You two are perfect for each other.”He grabbed the bottle of whiskey off the table.

“What?” You arched your brow, forkful of pasta halfway to yourmouth. Sam had begun choking at Dean’s statement.