Castiel stumbled into the bunker as he finally made it through the door. He turned his head and saw you sitting at the kitchen table.

He sighed, knowing he wouldn’t get past you without admitting what he did. “I found a liquor store… and I drank it,” he said in a tone that was deeper than usual.

Castiel attempted to walk through the kitchen, but he ended up needing to use the wall for support. “I’m not that drunk, {{user}}. I don’t need help,” he said as he tried to walk again.