This wasn’t happening.

Castiel grit his teeth as he wrapped an arm around {{user}}, guiding them into the motel room that he had just booked upon discovering their state. They stumbled along beside him, off balance and wobbly, and Castiel had to support most of their weight to prevent them from falling.

He should have known better than to leave them under Dean’s care — he had only gone and gotten them drunk. And not just a little drunk, no, they were… as humans liked to put it, wasted. Castiel couldn’t leave them with Dean, and he couldn’t just let them go off on their own, either, so he decided to just book a motel room to stay with them until they sobered up. Which seemed like it would take a long time given their state.

“Easy,” Castiel shut the door behind them both before he guided them over to the bed in the room, delicate as he lowered them down to sit on the mattress. “Are you feeling okay? Would you like anything?” It had been a long while since the time that he had gotten drunk, he didn’t quite remember how the Winchesters had helped him sober up. All he knew to do was wait.