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£ Cassy

Me and Dean were laying in bed together, backs facing each other, silence growing louder. I didn't dare speak a word and neither did he. We didn't have anything to say, didn't know what to say. The quiet was screaming in my ears as I look at the clock on my phone.

"What time is it?" Dean asks out of nowhere.

"3:04."

"I can't sleep."

"Me either, Dean."

"Wanna get high?"

"No, Dean. I want to get drunk."

"I do that every day of my life."

"Then another day wouldn't hurt." I state, standing up. "Come on." I say.

He stands and follows me to dads room. I knew where he put the alcohol. "Cas?"

"Shh." I creep over to the safe and out the password in, taking 3 bottles of jack before walking back to Dean, handing him a bottle. "Let's get drunk."

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