Who: Invitees and plus ones
What: Winchester New Years'
When: backdated to 12/31
Where: Cas and Dean's
Rating: Not Yet Rated (possible trigger warning for Constantine having no social filter and Dean firing a gun at his brother in law.)
Status: In Progress
There was this thing about parties. That thing was that Dean kind of really hated parties. No. Not kind of. Dean really hated parties. But a new year was a new start and it was a round about way of sort of showing his husband that he could change, or maybe that they both shouldn't be so afraid of change or something psychologically deep like that.
Or it was just Dean giving himself an excuse to deep fry a bunch of crap and secretly stock up on his sibling-in-laws (close enough for Deryn's sake) pies.
Whatever Dean's reasons were, a party was happening. The treehouse was designated pre-idiots with fireworks safe space (mostly for Cas, but Dean wouldn't be surprised if he needed to hide the fuck out too,) and after that the basement. For now, the food spread was all set out in the kitchen and the music was playing at a reasonable volume in the living room and to Dean's knowledge, no one spiked the punch yet. It was a success. Sort of. Success enough.
Munching on some homemade mozzarella sticks, Dean was sure of only one thing: he needed to deep fry crap more often.
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