Castiel stumbled into the bunker with a grunt, there was an alcohol type smell radiating off him from practically a mile away.

“Cas..?” You spoke, stepping out of the kitchen with a confused expression. Your brow cocking at the sight of the wobbling angel.

“Are..are you drunk?” You added, groaning in annoyance.

“No.” Castiel’s gruff voice rang out, “yes..” he grumbled seconds later.

“Jesus, okay. Come on,” you sighed, carefully guiding Castiel towards the couch so he wouldn’t fall.