A celebration with beer. Hunters getting hammered ((closed RP, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Bobby))

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After the raw emotions of that afternoon Bobby was grateful for Death for her suggesion that he and the  boys spend some time together. He had missed spending time with them, and now that Dean was liberated from that bizzare-as-hell reality show, they certainly had cause to celebrate.

He arrived over in Ravenclaw’s bar first and found a comfortable corner table. It was one the hunters had taken over regularly during their outings to the bar. A tray full of cold beer was waiting for Sam, Dean and Castiel to arrive.

“Hey Bobby,” Sam said with a grin, the first to show. He clapped the hunter on the shoulder, happy to see him out again. He also had a few causes to celebrate; Death’s promise to intervene and keep him and Adam out of the cage, and a lovely blonde girl by the name of Sookie Stackhouse. “Where’s everyone else?”

“You know you brother, he’s always runnin a little late,” he said with a grin, passing a beer over to the younger man. “You seem pretty chipper lately.”

His grin widened. “I’ve had good reason to be.”

“Cryptic ass.”

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Sam managed to stumble over to his brother and attempt to heave him to his feet. He hadn't taken any severe falls and felt like he was at least marginally capable of hanging on to his dinner. For the moment, anyway. He half dragged, half carried Dean to the nearest couch and deposited him there. "'m gonna owl Death. She'll find Cas. You can talk to him in the morning."

It took a phenomenal amount of concentration to find some paper and a functioning quill, but Sam managed to scratch out a brief note. The prospect of going all the way to the owlry was a little too daunting in his state, so he simply called a house elf and asked them to deliver the note to her.

His message on the way, Sam staggered back to the other empty couch and promptly passed out on it.