Drunk // Destiel

One

Dean knew it had to be around around three a.m. when he left the bar, he had decided on walking back home , knowing that he was too wasted to drive. He strolled down the not so busy street, trying a little too hard to walk straight.

Dean muttered to himself,
"Hah , my path is about as straight as I am."

Dean immediately shook his head as the words slipped out of his mouth. If there was anything Dean hated more than a hangover, it was gay thoughts. Dean had always told himself he was one of the most heterosexual men on the planet, but lately he had felt as if he had some kind of fairy gay mother. He chuckled to himself at the thought of a fairy going around turning people gay.

Before he knew it, Dean was at his home. He checked his watch, the clock reading 3:37 a.m.

Son of a bitch! He thought to himself, Dean had suddenly remembered that Sam had said he was going to lock the doors at 12, apparently this was Sam's idea of "keeping Dean in order" , did it work? Nope.
Even though Dean knew the door would be locked, he tried it anyway. To his surprise, it slid open with ease. Dean shrugged and looked around,

When the hell did Sam get new furniture? And holy shit, is he seriously burning incense?

Dean just shrugged it all off as a side effect of the alcohol, he went over to the couch and grabbed a blanket from the back of it, curling into the crooks of the couch and resting his head on some decorative pillow. He fell asleep nearly immediately, not having any dreams.

Authors note

Sorry for such a short chapter, I'm really just trying to kinda get a basic idea of what's gonna happen going on here.
This is awful but I think I'm gonna have a lot of fun writing this and I hope you have a lot fun reading it :-)

-Valerie