Lucifer and I were betting again. Of course, Lucifer won with his future sense and he wanted to see me dress up as a cheerleader.
Wait.
I bet you're wondering. Who's Lucifer betting with?
I'm Siera Winchester, Sam Winchester's twin.
Well, back to the story.
I was in the cheerleader outfit that fit me nicely. As I came into the bar where all the hunters they could reach were, along with some angels, they all wolf whistled.
"THERE WE GO!!" A hunter yelled. Everyone clapped and I stared at the ground, smiling and blushing.
"Okay..."
"Where'd you get the cheerleader outfit?" Michael, my boyfriend, questioned.
"Ihit was in Dean's closet," I giggled.
"WHAT?!" Dean yelled.
"Yeah. I don't know why it fits me so well, but it does," I laughed.
"Oh! Yeah, that was Sammy's when he was a kid!"
"NO IT WASN'T!!" Sam turned three shades of red.
"Sammy, you used to cheer, cheer, CHEER! GO SAMMY!" Dean teased. Gabriel laughed so hard I thought he was going to pass out.
"That wasn't me!" Sam was blushing hard.
"No, Sammy, I remember you dressing up when you were younger," said a voice from the door.
As the Winchesters and I turned to look, I dropped everything.
"Dad," I ran to him and threw my arms around him.
"Hey, baby girl," John smiled. Sam followed me and, when I released him, hugged him tight, fighting back tears.
"I'm sorry Dad."
"Don't be sorry, son," John ordered. Dean walked over and hugged him too. "Hey Dean."
"And, for all your information, I dressed up as superheros when I was younger!" Sam cried.
"Pfft, yeah right."
"Shut up, Dean!"
"YOU STILL HAVE TO CHEER FOR US!!!" Lucifer yelled to me.
"Ugh, fine."
I walked to the middle of the bar and took a deep breath.
"Sam can cheerlead! I don't need! - any of this shit. Michael's my man! Dad is not dead! YEAH!" I did a backflip midair and landed on my feet. Everyone cheered and a few men even held up dollar bills.
"SHE AIN'T A STRIPPER!" Dad yelled.
"SHE LOOKS LIKE ONE!" A hunter cried.
"HEY! That's my girlfriend!" Michael stood up, grinning like an idiot. I laughed as he pulled me to his body, making me sling to the side and my hip hit his. "And you can't have her!" He stuck out his tounge.
"Michael! You're so drunk," I laughed.
"SO WHAT?!"
"Shhh!! LUCIFER GET YOUR BROTHER!" I called. Dean was laughing so hard he was crying and Gabriel was sitting on the ground, red faced from laughter. Michael was stumbling around.
"Come on, Mikey. Let's get you home," Lucifer bit his cheek to keep a straight face. They disappeared with a pop and I laughed harder than ever.
"Come on, guys, let's head home before another angel ends up like poor Michael," I said to the boys. They all laughed and cheered as I walked over to Dad.
"And you. I'm hugging you," I hugged him again before we climbed into the Impala.

The next morning I woke up next to Michael. I sat up and he did too, groaning with pain.
"Make sure I never ever drink again," the angel groaned. "Even angels can't get rid of hangovers.... ugh...."
"You made a fool of yourself," I giggled.
"Do I want to know what I did?" He asked.
"Probably not, but I'm gonna show you anyway."
I showed him the video Dean took and he turned bright pink when he saw himself jump up and yell "HEY! She's my girlfriend! You can't have her!" While grinning and stumbling before sticking out his tounge.
"Oh Father... what have I done?" He fell back into the pillow.
"Just out of curiousity, how many shots does it take to make an angel drunk?" I questioned.
"A whole lot."
"How many did you drink?"
"Lost count after 120."
"Michael!" I laughed. He gave me a stupid grin and I laughed harder.
"That was hilarious."
"Poor Lucifer. Had to put a drunk me to bed. What did I make him do?" Michael chuckled. "I'm a mess when I'm drunk. Loose all embarrassment of anything. I probably ended up making him sing something Enochian."
"I will probably let you drink later just to see the results again."
"No..."
I stood up and walked into the closet, pulling on some jeans and a tee shirt along with my leather jacket. As I fixed my hair, Gabriel knocked on the door.
"You okay Michael?"
"I'm good! Come on in!"
Gabriel walked in and saw me fixing the ponytail. Once it was done, I turned to the angels.
"You sure you're okay Michael? You drank an awful lot last night," Gabriel teased.
"I was bored! Anyway, it was your idea to let me have a drinking game with a hunter," Michael blushed.
"Yeah, but you listened," Gabriel threw back.
"Don't worry, I don't drink a lot anyway. I haven't gotten drunk, before last night of course, since Castiel was a fledgling," Michael answered. Gabriel snickered. "You just wanted to see me get drunk!"
"Yup."
"I had a crazy hangover this morning!" Michael groaned.
"Did you see how hard he was laughing in the video?!" I asked. "I thought he was going to pee his pants!"
We rewatched the video but focused on poor Gabriel in the corner. First he clutched his stomach, then he slid down the wall, then tears leaked out of his eyes.
"I have never seen Gabriel laugh that hard," Michael muttered.
"Well, you nutjob, you acted like an idiot back there," Gabriel laughed. "I am so glad Dean got that on video, because that was funny."
"Aww, shut up."
"Make me."
Michael poked his side. "Do you really want me to make you?"
"Sorry."
"Come on, Dad's outside and I wanna see if anyone else kept drinking."
Once we were downstairs, I noticed that Cas had his head in his arms while sitting at the table.
"Who gave my baby brother beer?" Michael questioned. All fingers pointed at Dean. "Hehe, I hope he doesn't act like me when I'm drunk."
"No, he's worse," Dean laughed.
"Is that even possible?" Michael questioned. "I'm pretty bad."
"As soon as you hit the mattress your usually dead as a doorknob. Took Dean, Gabriel, Sam, John and I to put this angel to bed," Lucifer chuckled.
"Well, did you try to do what you did when he was a fledgling?" Michael asked.
"No..."
"What were you thinking?! That puts him right to sleep!" Michael cried.
"Can you stop yelling?" Castiel asked softly. "I have this headache that I can't heal."
"Hehe, sorry, little brother. Here, this should help," Michael placed a hand on Cas' head and the younger angel groaned.
"Thank you..."
"First hangover... sucker," Michael smirked. I slapped his chest playfully.
"He doesn't even know what a hangover is," I whispered.
"Poor kid," he muttered.
"Dean isn't drunk?" I questioned.
"No, I was drunk as hell, but I got up early got rid of the headache," Dean answered.
"How ya holding up, Michael? That was one hell of a performance," Dad snickered behind his coffee mug. Michael turned bright red and stared at the ground.
"I'm fine," he blushed.
"Dean, you are my best friend," Gabriel smiled. "You recorded it!"
"If God's most powerful angel was drunk and acting like an idiot then yeah, I'm gonna record it," Dean answered. "Common sense!"
"I haven't gotten that drunk since he was a baby," Michael pointed to Castiel.
"Damn," Sam muttered.
"That was really fun though," I smiled. "Even the part when a hunter called me a stripper."
We all laughed.
Finally, Castiel asked, "What's a hangover?"