Hey kids, how goes it? XD I'm here with another Dean/Cas fic, which seem to be becoming a habit of mine these days. Can't help it, it seems. So I wanted to try something funny this time, not sure if it came acorss like that but that's how I wanted it to come across. I hope you have fun reading it, as I had fun writing it! XD Happy reading, kids XD

Carry On Wayward Son

Summary: Sam comes back to the motel room and gets the shock of his life, which involves drunk!Castiel, drunk!Dean and a karaoke machine. Dean/Castiel, rated T, for safety.

A/N: Okay, Dean and Cas have a drunken sing-song, and I didn't know how to write them singing drunk, so where they sing, just imagine them pissed. m'kay?

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Sam Winchester sat on the end of his bed, his hands over his ears to block out the noise of the two snoring men he was sharing the motel room with. Sam looked over at the bed nearest the bathroom to see Dean and Castiel wrapped around each other, naked, in a way that wouldn't look out of place in a porn movie. He didn't appreciate his brother's ass in his face either, so he had covered them best he could whilst they had been lying on top of the sheets. They were so close, and drooling over each other, he might add, as they slept off their night of heavy drinking. In fact, here's what happened:

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Sam drove back to the motel room. He had been sent out by Dean to get some dinner whilst he went and got some beer. He had been instructed not to forget the pie, and thank God he didn't forget it, his head would be rolling across the floor in no time. He parked in their space. He'd have to explain to Dean why he had taken so long getting dinner. The truth was he had met up with Ruby, who had told him more about Lilith and her plans. And after a little sex in her motel room elsewhere, he had finally gotten round to getting dinner and heading back to Dean.

He turned off the engine and he looked towards the window of their motel room. The light was on, well, the disco lights were on. Yes, Sam and Dean had stooped as low to get a disco-themed motel room. That wasn't in the description when they booked it, but they had gotten over it. The room had glittery, colourful walls and disco lights, with colourful bedspreads and a karaoke machine hooked up to the TV. Sam had laughed and said that they weren't singing karaoke when Dean had pleaded with him. Hell, the toilet seat was even neon yellow. That had amused Dean highly.

Sam got out of the car, when he suddenly heard 'Carry On Wayward Son' coming from the motel room. He laughed. Dean and that damn karaoke machine. He moved towards the room, taking out his key and unlocking the door. What he saw was definitely not what he expected to see.

Dean was lying on the floor of the room, shirt off, but thank God, Sam thought, that he still had jeans on. He was clutching a microphone from the karaoke machine, arms spread out over the floor as he giggled and laughed. Castiel was straddling his lap, shirt off but tie still draped around his neck, also clutching a microphone in one hand, while the other was on Dean's chest, no doubt, keeping him up as they were both completely hammered. There were bottles, empty bottles, of beer lying all around them. There at least had to be twenty bottles, plus an empty bottle which had been Dean's whiskey. The music played on the TV.

"'me on, Cas ... we've learned this song now ..." Dean slurred. "Your turn." Sam just watched the two of them in their drunken haze. It could have been worse, he thought, they could have been having rampant, drunken sex. There was a mental image Sam didn't want. He watched as Castiel raised the microphone to his lips as the first verse of the song came;

As I rose above the noise and confusion,
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion,
I was soaring ever higher,
But I flew to high

Castiel burst out laughing before he continues through his giggling.

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man,
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man,
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say,
Carry on my wayward son ...

Castiel suddenly stopped singing.

"I feel sick ..." he complained, putting a hand over his mouth.

"Shhh Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas! My turn ..." Dean said, almost pissing himself laughing. "My turn!"

Masquerading as a man with a reason,
My charade is the event of the season,
And if I claim to be a wise man, well,
It surely means that I don't know ...
On the stormy sea of moving emotion,
Tossed about I'm a ship on the ocean,
I set a course for winds of fortune,
But I hear the voices say ...
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done ...

He was cut off suddenly when Castiel leaned down and gave him the biggest, open mouthed, messiest kiss ever. Dean moaned deeply, his hands gripping Castiel's thighs.

"Oh God!" Sam complained. Castiel looked up, pulling away from Dean.

"Sam ... your hic back ..." Castiel exclaimed, flailing his arms about as he said it. Dean tapped Cas irritably on the chest.

"Cas, Cas!!! Show Sammy your wings. Sammy, his wings are sexy ..." Dean said, with a huge grin. Castiel hiccupped again and then spread out his wings, knocking a few things over in the process. He was so drunk; he couldn't spread them out straight, like the equivalent of Dean not being able to walk straight. Dean, who was still trapped under Castiel's open legs, reached up and touched the beautiful feathers of Castiel's wings, which made Castiel moan with pleasure.

"Okay ... I swear to God, I'm out of here ... I can't stand here and watch you two indulge in ... wing porn ..." Sam said, scrabbling for the door, dinner left forgotten and the image of Dean and Castiel having sex to 'Carry On Wayward Son' was etched firmly in his brain.

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When Sam was sure the sexing had stopped, he moved from the diner back to the motel room. He opened the door and peeked in. They were asleep, snoring loudly, the TV running a blank screen and some of the lights off now. Sam sighed with relief and he moved into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. This is where we started. Sam covered his ears to block out the noise. He sighed deeply. It would be a long, long night.

Hope you kids liked it. Well if you're reading this, you got to the end of the chapter and I'm glad. Now you need to press the button in the corner to submit a review. Go on, you know you want to. Reviews are love. I'll send you a plushie!Cas if you review ... now you know you definately want to. XD