Castiel was pacing back and forth in the huge living room of the bunker, waiting for you to return from your little trip at the bar.

Luckily, you did return. But you returned exactly how he expected – so drunk you could barely even stand up without holding yourself onto the doorframe.

''You're such an idiot.''

He said, disappointed, in his usual deep and steady tone.

Castiel sighed to himself as he gently grabbed you by your waist and helped you walk towards the couch and lay down.