Sam walked home despite living quite a ways away from the school. He enjoyed the silence that differed quite a lot from the roar of Baby and Dean's music.

He was thinking about the prank he had done earlier. Yes he had swapped the chemicals around, but the person at the other end of the prank was a complete accident. Had he known it would be The Trickster, he definitely wouldn't have done it. So this could definitely have side effects.

At least he doesn't know it was me, Sam thought. Although...this could actually turn out really well. Sam smirked, the slightly more evil side of him coming out again, and began planning more pranks for the Trickster, a.k.a Gabriel Novak.

Sam saw walked up to his house, surprised to find the door unlocked. He walked inside cautiously, watching for any intruders.

"It's just me Sam."

Sam relaxed at the familiar voice of John. "Hey Dad. How was work?"

"Busy," John replied as Sam walked into the kitchen where he found his dad making dinner. Sam put his bag down on the table, pulling out his phone to check his messages. There was only one from Kevin about Gabriel asking about him, which Sam was quite surprised at. If Gabriel could catch on that quickly...no, he'd find someway to make this fun.

"Where's Dean?" John asked.

"Party," Sam replied simply as he pulled schoolbooks out, spreading them across the kitchen table. "I think he's going to get drunk again. Should probably pick him up before he does something stupid like last time."

"Yeah, I mean I don't mind him being a normal teenager but bailing him out of jail was a bit too much," John said, then smiled a little. "Although still that was hilarious." Sam laughed at the memory, remembering how they'd found Dean shouting about fairies and ghosts. The police had found him, apparently Dean had broken into a house and made a circle of salt, swinging around anything made of iron.

John passed Sam the freshly cooked dinner as Sam packed all his books back into his bag, having found the sketchbook he was looking for. He would always draw in colour despite not being able to see any, and John would tell him the colours he used. It was interesting how John could tell the colour from the shade of grey he could see.

Sam opened the sketchbook and pushed it towards John, who looked at the drawing.

"Gold," he said. "Lots of gold. That's different, what made you use gold?"

"Dunno," Sam said, shrugging. "Felt like it I guess." He took the picture back. It was just a hastily drawn eye, but with a lot of detail.

John nodded. "I'm heading out again, don't study too late."

"Now why would I do that?" Sam said sarcastically.

"Don't make me have to take those books away from you," John threatened jokingly, before grabbing his stuff for work and leaving Sam alone in the house.

~~~

Dean probably should've stopped. No, he definitely should've. But come on, getting drunk was a blast. And everyone else was doing it anyway.

Dean was talking to some guy, Catstiel or something. After what was at least his seventh drink, everything was just a blur. A horrible grey blur. And then, there was an actual colour. Blue.

"Woah," Dean said, his voice slurred. "You have really pretty eyes."

The person he had been having a conversation with smiled at him. "Speak for yourself. Have you ever seen yours? They're green...like...grass or something." Needless to say, the person he was talking to was also drunk.

"Nah, I can't see colours," Dean said sadly. The person tilted his head in a way Dean couldn't help thinking was adorable.

"Then how exactly are my eyes pretty?" he asked. Dean blinked and looked at the person again. There was definitely something that wasn't grey there.

"They're blue," Dean said suddenly. "Like...something blue." He leaned closer to the person, not realizing he already had an arm around the guy. Their noses were almost touching and if either leaned in further they'd be kissing.

"I thought you couldn't see colours," the guy said teasingly with a cheeky little smile.

"I can't," Dean repeated and the guy tilted his head again. Dean glanced down at the guys lips and started to lean in the tiniest bit.

"Okay nope, I'm stopping this now," some short guy said. "I'm all for Cas getting a guy but not when he won't remember." 'Cas' was pulled away from Dean, leaving him with his arm still outstretched. As the cute guy was pulled away Dean just sighed.

And of course this was when he noticed the other colours around him. There was so many, different and changing and so overwhelming. Dean groaned, his head already spinning from the alcohol but now hurting from the colours. He got his phone out and found Sam in his contacts, sending a drunken text to pick him up.

~~~

Sam was studying when he got the text from Dean at roughly midnight. It said, 'sik fo tihs paty, pik me up?' Sam sighed and packed up his books before heading out to walk to the Novak's, which Dean had luckily given him the address to.

Five minutes later he was at the door, knocking loudly to be heard above the music and shouting. Some British guy opened the door, squinting up at him.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice slurred but only slightly.

"Dean's brother, here to pick him up," Sam said and the guy gestured him inside. He guessed that this was Balthazar Novak, the guy who threw the party in the first place but there was no way to tell.

Sam shuffled through the crowds of people awkwardly, searching for Dean until he found him standing alone in the corner. Sam went and stood beside him, trying to follow where Dean's gaze was fixed on. There was too many people to tell though.

"Dean," he said and Dean snapped out of his trance.

"Took you long enough," Dean said, his words barely comprehendible. Definitely drunk, Sam thought. "Get me out of here." He lazily grabbed Sam's arm and looked up at him, waiting for Sam to pull him through the crowd. Sam rolled his eyes and started pushing his way back through the crowd of people.

As he was making his way through the room, he overheard a conversation from the shorter of the Novak's.

"I swear if this guy thinks he can steal my title," Gabriel said, aggressively eating a sucker. Sam didn't recognize the person he was taking to, but the other guy with messy black hair said something quietly and then laughed when Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"I'm not overreacting," Gabriel said.

"If you weren't you would've forgotten about this hours ago," the other guy said, louder this time. "Instead of declaring war on the poor guy."

Before Sam could hear any more he was dragged away by Dean and straight out to the front of the house. Well, if he wants war, Sam thought. Then it's war he's going to get.

Dean fished out the Impala's keys and handed them to Sam, climbing into the passenger seat. Sam got into the driver's seat looking over to see Dean almost already asleep in the seat. He smiled at his older brother before driving them home. Yes he shouldn't know how to drive, but Dean had taught him when he first got the Impala about a year ago. And it wasn't really like anyone would notice at almost 1 am.

~~~~

Castiel woke up with a splitting headache, the light shining through the curtains hurting his eyes. He groaned as he rolled over to look at the time, only to find that he wasn't in his room. He sat up and realized in was sitting in the lounge, having slept on the floor.

"Heya Cassie!" Balthazar shouted.

"Shut the hell up," Castiel muttered and Balthazar just gaped at him.

"Is it possible that Cassie just said a bad word?" he said. "Luci, our brothers growing up!"

"I said shut up!" Castiel near shouted, rubbing his temples. "What happened?"

"You're hungover," Balthazar said. "Welcome to the normal life of a teenager."

"You were so drunk Cas," Gabriel said, walking into the room with a glass of water and some pills which he handed to Castiel. "Had to save you from making out with some random guy."

"I wouldn't do that," Castiel said. "Who was it?"

"No idea," Gabriel said. "Wasn't paying attention."

Castiel swallowed the pills and drank the rest of the water, his headache clearing a bit. He didn't feel too bad, probably not hungover enough that he was going to throw up. And that was when he noticed it.

There were colours everywhere. Greens, blues, reds, yellows. Brown, orange and so many more. Of course though he couldn't tell which was which, although it would eventually come to him.

That was also one of the mysteries of the soulmate colours. It was as if humans were built with the knowledge of the names of the colours, so within a few minutes they would easily be able to name the colours, at least the simple colours.

Castiel was silent, staring around at the room. His eyes then landed on his two brothers. Balthazar's hair was brown, he had blue eyes and his v-neck shirt was still a simple grey. Gabriel had golden hair and almost golden eyes, leaning between that and a kind of whiskey colour. Gabriel had a red shirt with his favourite jacket over, which Castiel could now see was green.

"Why are you looking at us like that bro?" Gabriel asked. "It's not like you've never seen us before."

"Unless..." Balthazar said slowly and then smirked. "What colour is my shirt Cassie?"

"It's grey," Castiel said bluntly.

"Well there goes my theory," Balthazar said.

"No, your shirt is actually grey. But your eyes are blue and your hair is brown and Gabriel's jacket is green and there's colour everywhere."

Gabriel's eyes widened. "You can see colour?"

"Yes," Castiel said, then squinted his eyes. "But I don't remember when it started...I don't remember meeting my soulmate."

"Well..." Gabriel said. "This could be a problem."

~~~~

Dean didn't notice it when he woke up. He just went about his day as he normally did, at least as he normally did when he was hungover. Luckily it was a Saturday, the party having been on Friday, so he didn't have to care about missing school.

When he walked downstairs he thought there was something he was missing, something he'd forgotten. And yet again, passed it off as nothing.

Sam looked up from the TV as he walked into the room. He was playing Xbox, one of Dean's games.

"Why are you playing Halo?" Dean asked.

"I was bored," Sam replied. "Just 100 percented Assassin's Creed Black Flag."

"Nerd," Dean muttered. "Seriously, all the collectables and everything?"

"Yep," Sam said. "How's your head?"

"Dead," Dean said before going to get something for the headache. Sam followed him, watching him carefully.

"Why'd you ask me to pick you up?" he asked Dean as Dean drank some water.

"Did I?" Dean asked. "I don't remember a thing."

"You were pretty drunk," Sam replied. He leant back against the doorway, preventing Dean from leaving. "Still, you never leave the party early."

"Maybe something happened, maybe some girl rejected me and I got upset in my drunkenness."

"Yeah right, because Dean Winchester would give up that easily."

"Good point, well I have no idea." A faint memory came back to Dean, just the slightest thing. "Wait I remember something." He concentrated on the memory, trying to clear the blur but all he was getting was a colour. "No it's useless."

"What is it?" Sam asked.

Dean hesitated before saying, "Blue."

There was a moment of silence as if Sam was trying to process what Dean had just said. "Dean since when can you see colours?"

"Since...I think since I woke up." Dean looked around, realizing that everything was in fact not grey. He was overwhelmed by all the different colours just as Castiel was, and then looked at his brother. "You have hazel green eyes."

Sam smiled at that. He'd always wanted to know his eye colour. "So who is it?"

"I...I don't remember," Dean said. "Well, can't remember, who cares?"

Sam looked at Dean incredulously. "You're joking right? You met your soulmate while you were drunk, and you're not even going to try to find out who it was?"

"Nah," Dean said. "I don't need my vision to decide my future. I prefer to just go with the flow." Sam rolled his eyes, glaring at his older brother. Suddenly Sam jumped forward and took the phone out of Dean's pocket. Dean made a sound and grabbed at it, but Sam held it higher than he could reach. Dean could see him typing, sending a message to someone. Then Sam gave it back.

"What did you just do?" Dean asked, snatching the phone off Sam.

"Told Charlie," Sam said, smirking. "You'll never here the end of it now. Have fun." Sam walked out of the room, leaving Dean with the phone.

Dean looked down at the screen where already he was receiving frantic messages from Charlie about his soulmate. The person he had absolutely no memory of meeting.

Great, Dean thought. Just freaking great.

~

:O A second chapter!! Because I'm so bored and am trying to procrastinate homework.

Randomly wondering what it's actually like to get that drunk and what it feels like in the morning. Because I have absolutely no idea. And I realized I kept describing colours when all they could see was grey...wow I'm a genius -_-

Also just bought an Always Keep Fighting shirt, Jared's campaign thingy for those of you who don't know :D