This is a destiel request from a beyond awesome fan, who has chosen to remain anonymous!! Dean and Cas are in a relationship, with Cas being the head of household. No Sex!! Just fluff and a bit of sickness! :)

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Dean tossed and turned in bed, wondering why Cas wouldn't come to bed. He was starting to worry that Cas didn't want him anymore, and it was breaking his heart. Cas never had time for him anymore, no matter what the reason was.

He gave up on trying to sleep... again, for the 3rd day in a row. He was really starting to feel very tired, but he couldn't sleep right now. He got up, walking out into the living room of his, Cas, and Sam's motel apartment.

Cas was sitting on the couch, sipping a beer and watching a random documentary, making it so that he didn't notice that Dean was back up again. 

Dean sank down onto the floor beside Cas' legs, bumping the other man's legs lightly. He just wanted some attention from his lover, and his lover wasn't interested.

He swiped at his eyes quickly, making it look like he was just rubbing them, not wiping away the beginnings of tears.

Sam looked over at his brother in surprise, thinking he had gone to bed already. He watched his brother silently: noticing the paleness on his cheeks, the dark circles that were pronounced under his eyes, and the sad look on his face. Something was wrong, he wasn't sure what, but something was.

"You good, Dean?" he asked, bringing Cas' attention to focus on Dean for the first time in ages.

"Fine, Sam." Dean said in a clipped tone, not wanting the scrutiny from either of them.

Sam frowned, knowing that Dean only used that tone when he was really upset.

"You look exhausted..." he commented in concern, not caring if he pissed off his brother. He needed to know what was wrong.

"I'm fine, Sam. Plus I'm not tired!" Dean snapped, a hint of panic in his voice.

"Sam's right. You look beyond tired." Cas said simply, frowning in concern at the condition his boyfriend and lover was in. Come to think of it, he hadn't noticed Dean looking like that at all, well, he actually hadn't noticed Dean in about a week.

"Shut up! I'm fine! I'm always fine! Stop asking!" Dean yelled, standing up abruptly and stomped out the front door.

He walked around aimlessly around town for a couple hours, before finding his way to a bar. He drank three beers, about ten shots of rum, and at least four shots of vodka before the bartender cut him off and ordered a cab.

He got into the cab, enjoying the numbing sensation that came with drinking altogether too much in general. He staggered out of the car, stumbling up to the motel room, oblivious to the fact that it was well after 3 a.m.

He stumbled into the motel room, banging the door against the wall, and earning a bang against the same wall.

"Oh shut up..." Dean griped, in a heavy slur since his tongue felt thick and uncooperative.

"Dean? Did you just get home?" Sam asked, getting up from the couch, where he had been waiting since Dean left over four hours earlier.

"Sammy... wha ime s t?" Dean slurred almost incoherently.

Luckily Sam understood drunk Dean, and knew the exact answer. "It's almost 4 a.m, Dean." he said, adding a hint of disapproval in his voice.

Dean rolled his eyes, staggering as he almost fell from the disorientation that hit him after rolling his eyes. "Go to bed, Sam." He ordered, heading towards his and Cas' bed.

"Whatever, Dean. I'm not cleaning up after you if everything you drank reappears." Sam snapped, collapsing on his own bed with a tired sigh.

Dean glared at Sam before climbing unceremoniously into bed beside Cas. He passed out quickly, as the alcohol in his bloodstream stopped his brain from telling him not to sleep anymore.

Cas woke up for the day, around 9 a.m, immediately noticing that a) Dean was home and asleep beside him, and b) his lover and boyfriend reeked of alcohol. Here we go again, was all that entered his head, as he got up and retrieved a few items for when Dean woke up.

He put a bucket on the side table beside himself, a bottle of aspirin and a couple bottles of water too. He was vaguely aware that Sam had left around 8 a.m., not wanting to be anywhere near his brother after last night's insanity.

He decided to wait until 10 a.m. to wake Dean up, as he knew the hangover was going to be brutal. Whenever Dean went off, and returned drunk, it was never a small amount of alcohol. In fact, the alcohol level in his blood was usually well beyond the legal level. He happily hid the keys to the impala, so that angry Dean wouldn't allow drunk Dean to drive home like that.

Dean finally stirred around 10:30 a.m., drawing Cas' attention back to the present. He squinted around him, cursing softly under his breath at the intense pain in his head.

"Here, take these aspirin, and small sips." Cas said firmly, not even allowing his lover to speak or move yet.

Dean accepted the pills and water bottle, swallowing both with some difficulty as his tongue felt woolen and in the way. "Wha?" he mumbled questioningly, squinting at Cas in surprise. He was clearly shocked that his boyfriend was in front of him, much less talking to or noticing him.

"You left last night, were gone for hours, and returned about six hours later drunk as a skunk." Cas said calmly, trying not to raise his voice in agitation.

"Oh," Dean said softly, looking down in shame that he had behaved like a child.

"Why did you act out, Dean?" Cas asked firmly, needing to understand what had happened and why.

"You don't want me... You won't talk to me... Or look at me..." Dean said bitterly, glaring at Cas slightly before whimpering.

"Dean, you know that's not true. How could you think that?! I have been here the whole time!" Cas snapped, his voice rising steadily, and causing Dean to cringe away from him.

"Stop yelling... please..." Dean whimpered, clutching his head in agony, as he reached for the bucket frantically.

Cas sighed softly, holding the bucket in Dean's lap wordlessly. This was not uncommon from Dean's binge drinking, and wasn't his favorite spot to be at the moment.

Dean looked at Cas for about a few seconds, before vomiting harshly into the bucket. Once one bout of vomit appeared, multiple more followed at an alarming rate.

"Easy, Dean, breathe!" Cas exclaimed, worried that Dean would try to breathe in the middle of getting sick and choke on his own vomit.

Dean gagged hard, trying to gasp a breath in, but only vomited again. "I... I..." he gasped out, as tears poured down his cheeks.

"It's okay, don't try to talk until you're done throwing up." Cas said gently, relieved as Dean stopped trying to turn his stomach inside out. "Now, slow breaths and listen carefully." he instructed.

Dean nodded, wiping his tears away, as he fought to not burst into tears again.

"I love you, Dean. If you need me, you need to tell me! If you felt like I was ignoring, you should've told me! You hear me?" Cas asked firmly, seeing that Dean was on the verge of tears again. He pulled the other man into his side. "You're okay, just close your eyes and sleep. I got you, I'm not going anywhere." he promised.

Dean sniffled, curling up in Cas' lap in exhaustion and fell asleep almost instantly.

Cas moved to get more comfortable, and held Dean close as he slept. Making a point to love on his man, more often than he had.

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Sam returned at dinner time, to find both, Dean and Cas, cuddling on the couch watching a movie and happy again. He joined them, and things returned to normal, minus the emotional side.

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