#drunk Sam

[fussy-sammy]

when sam says thank you and tries to grab dean and dean pushes him away

makes me think of like

drunk sam trying to thank dean in special ways and dean not allowing it because sam is drunk and he knows he'll regret it if he even remembers

[acecroft]

SUPERNATURAL 7.18

[jaewritesfic]

Everlasting Trio DP x DC Nobody Knows AU Part 7

Part 6

The door Sam knocks on is in a much nicer building than she expected.

She and Tucker are visiting Danny for dinner - and boy did they both nearly burst with excitement when he shyly extended the invitation - and frankly Sam had expected an apartment building in the Narrows or Park Row.

Danny was a teenage runaway less than a decade ago, for God's sake. Forgive her and Tucker for assuming he'd still be getting his feet under him and scraping by.

This? This is not that.

Sam has half a mind to think Danny is sugaring. He certainly wouldn't have any trouble - the Danny that disappeared from Amity was cute, but small and awkward in that teenage way. The grown up Danny they've been reconnecting with? He's tall, lean and positively gorgeous.

She wouldn't have a problem with that, per say. But the Danny they knew was also too nice for his own good and starved for positive attention. If someone was taking advantage of that Sam would kill them. 

Separation did not quell her instinct to wrap Danny up and protect him from the world, it would seem.

There's a slight commotion after the knock before Danny himself is yanking the door open with a grin that's happy and nervous at the same time.

“Guys! Hey! Come in!”

He ushers them inside with all the energy of an overgrown puppy, something that hasn't changed one bit since they were kids.

Sam shivers a little as they enter, assuming there's an AC unit blowing over the entryway at first. She smiles at Danny's back as he babbles at them.

“I kind of lost track of time, so food isn't actually ready yet, but then I thought - hey! Who cares! We can cook together and it'll be fun! I got all vegan stuff too so we can make a meaty pizza for Tuck and a different one for you, Sam-”

The apartment they walk into is a spacious open floor plan, furniture in blacks and grays. She shivers again. Seriously-

“Your AC on the fritz or something?” Tucker asks, rubbing his arms a little. “It's like fifty degrees in here, man.”

Danny freezes for a second on his way to the kitchen space before turning around and beelining for a wall - the thermostat.

“Shit, sorry! Sit, sit! I knew I was forgetting something,” he grumbles as he flaps a hand towards the black bar stools at the kitchen island and fiddles with the thermostat. “I like the cold, I always have it too low for most people in here. Sorry about that, it'll get better soon.”

Sam and Tucker exchange bewildered looks as they sit at the kitchen island. There's liking it cool, and there's fucking freezing.

“Guess I don't have to ask your favorite season,” Tucker jokes, and Danny offers him an apologetic grin as he lopes back over.

“Yeah, probably a safe guess,” he chuckles on his way to the fridge. “You guys want drinks? I have a homemade sangria if you want. Beer, wine, you name it.”

Tucker opts for a beer. Sam asks for the homemade sangria, curious. Danny pours two glasses and takes an ice cube tray out to pop a couple of ice cubes in.

When the glass is set in front of her - “they're the stemless kind you can't knock over. Cool, right? Look at ‘em wobble, they're just little guys.” - she raises an eyebrow.

The ice cubes are in the shape of little ghosts. Tucker snorts when he sees them, taking the bottle opener Danny offers for his beer.

“Ghosts? Really?”

Danny blinks like he'd forgotten he had a novelty ice cube tray, then grins and shrugs.

“I mean. What else is being from Amity good for if not inside jokes?”

He turns away before she can respond with any form of bewilderment - Danny had been known for disappearing during ghost fights, after all. He was terrified of them. She hadn't expected him to want any reminders of ghosts or his ghost hunter parents.

Sorry - Jack and Maddie.

With two resounding thunks, Danny slaps store bought dough onto his nice dark counters. He at least remembered to leave them out to rise. 

“Alright! While I roll this out, it's time to pick your toppings lady and gent - go wild, go ham. Let me show you my selection.”

He opens the fridge again, pulling out meats and veggies and cheeses abound. Sam notes vegan cheese alternatives in the mix with a warm fondness in her chest. She's stricter about being vegetarian than vegan, but the fact that Danny went that extra little mile? 

Yeah. Yeah, this is still her boy. She missed having two of them. She and Tuck were never meant to be without a Danny, and she can see on Tucker's face that he feels the same way.

Smiling and standing to start looking through the options, Sam sips her sangria. 

It’s delicious, and the little ghost ice cubes smile back up at her like they're as glad as she is to be here.

Masterpost

[righteous-r0de0]

perhaps a silly question but are angel and baabe’s unempowered familes invited to the wedding? that’s gotta be a huge covert breach

but imagine the silly hijinks that would ensue

“hey why’s the best man (gender neutral)’s boyfriend sitting under an umbrella? it’s supposed to be clear skies all day”

“oh um he’s just super goth”

“he’s wearing a cowboy hat”

“he’s…y’allternative”

“wtf angel”

[the-dormant-ocean]

Post-Chuck Dean is the type to fake complain about Sam being physically affectionate with him but when he wakes up with Sam dead to the world on top of him with his nose pressed into Sam's hair Dean is as happy as a cat napping in the sun. He feels so content and he loves it so much. When Sam starts to stir or show signs that he might roll off of him, Dean presses tiny little kisses on top of his head, in his hair, and forehead to try to get him to stay like this a little longer.

[thefrsers]

SamCait | Outlander New York Comic Con 2024

[pratchettquotes]

Klatchian coffee has an even bigger sobering effect than an unexpected brown envelope from the tax man. In fact, coffee enthusiasts take the precaution of getting thoroughly drunk before touching the stuff, because Klatchian coffee takes you back through sobriety and, if you're not careful, out the other side, where the mind of man should not go. The Watch was generally of the opinion that Samuel Vimes was at least two drinks under par, and needed a stiff double even to be sober.

Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

[katherinehoughtoncastle47]

[supernaturalfreewill]

"Come on, Sam," you laughed, wrapping an arm around his back and did your best to steady his towering frame.

"Where we going?" he asked, his words slurring together a little comically.

"You're going to bed. Come on," you said. "You had too much to drink at the bar." At that moment, you paused and thought about how unusual that was, for Sam to drink enough that he was thoroughly drunk. "Why did you drink so much tonight, anyway?" you asked, grabbing the room key out of his jacket pocket and quickly unlocking the door.

He stood still, his shoulders more slumped than usual, and gave you a long look as you held the door open for him. "Sam?" Your eyebrow quirked up in a question.

He smiled at you, a dopey drunk, sleepy smile. You grinned back. "You're beautiful," he said all of a sudden, wavering a little where he stood.

You blushed furiously and laughed it off, rushing over to steady him again and usher him inside. "You're drunk," you asserted. "Come on. Let's get you inside." He obeyed your shepherding and flopped down onto the bed on his back, his eyes closed and his legs sticking out over the side of the bed, boots still on,

"I am drunk," he mused. His eyes opened and he looked down at you as you tugged his shoes off. "And in the morning when I'm sober—" he sighed and watched you straighten up, looking down at him now with a curious expression. "—when I'm sober you'll still be beautiful. I jus' won't be brave enough to tell you..." His words were slurred and sleepy, and by the end his eyes had closed again and he shifted a little to make himself more comfortable on the mattress.

You were left staring at him, your heart fit to burst as it raced in your chest, wondering if it was possible you'd heard him right at all.

[ratatatastic]

"how drunk did sasha get at e11even last night?" well does this answer it enough for you? he used everyone as a teddy bear...

6.27.24 (x)(x)(x)

[grimreapersnuisance]

[acecroft]

SUPERNATURAL 7.13

bonus:

[headcanonforthought]

SPN headcanon thing?

Drunk Castiel being unhinged and just spitting truths.

"Sam couldn't keep a woman if even God ordained it"

"Dean has made more enemies because of his sexual experiences than because he's a hunter"

"Sam whines so much"

"Dean enjoyed being tortured in hell"

"Sam shouldn't have gone out with Jessica, it was rash to assume you were safe"

"Dean, your father will never love you"

[normalzucchini]

Alhocol does have effect on Danny, contrary to him saying one can't get dead drunk, when they're already dead. In reality, alhocol influences him a lot more than normal people.

So obviously when he gets black out drunk from one little sip of beer, while he's watching Despicable me with Tucker and Sam, he has the genius idea, hey, why shouldn't he steal the moon? He likes space, and he's dead! He never got any compensation for that, and all the shit he has to deal with, so little compensation wouldn't hurt right?

That's at least the last thing Danny remembers thinking. But now that he's awake with a killer hangover, his sister screaming at him and showing him the news about a new rogue who stole the moon and caused all the shitty consequences that come w that. Like the tide being gone. Oops

[sillylotrpolls]

Today's poll is the counterpoint to yesterday's poll, which asked which hobbit Legolas would talk to if forced by social duty.

[propertyofsamcollins]

Darlin' is a certified yapper when they're alone with Sam

Argue with the wall