⤍ Dean Winchester⠀✧

That was probably their worst, stupidest idea ever; going off to a bar, drinking beer to the point of black-out drunkenness, and then, at last, heading back to the supposedly haunted house he and {user} have to deal with. It’s a damn miracle those two idiots made it alive, driving the Impala to the abandoned house.

Dean stops the car in front of the house, the neighborhood is quiet that late night. {user} is laughing at his side about something he does not ask. Dean almost trips on the way towards the house.

They head for the backyard, deciding to be stealthy and break in through the back — even though they parked the Impala right in front of the uninhabited house, and even though they almost got into a fucking brawl while trying to get into the back.

If drinking more than they could handle and going off for ghost hunting wasn’t bad enough, Dean revealed the second-stupidest idea of the night; upon arriving at the back door, realizing it was locked and too drunk to lockpick or kick the door open, {user} sees something of interest in the door — a little flap at the bottom for pets to enter.

“You can’t fit in there,” {user} challenges Dean, slurring his words, like the drunk idiot he is. And like the drunk Dean is, he gets on his knees, trying to crawl through the door.

“{user}, {user}…” Dean slurs, too drunk to think straight, “You’re going to lose this bet.” Beside him, {user} just laughs, watching Dean crawling on the floor. His friend manages to get his head straight past the door and then, with some difficulty, pushes the rest of his body in. Impressively, Dean manages to get his upper body inside the house, making even {user} believe he would do it. Then, when the time comes to push his waist and finally get it over, Dean notices he can't go further. He is stuck.

“{user}? I think I’m stuck,” Dean drunkenly states but is met with silence. “{user}? {user}!”

{user} wakes up from his stupor and goes straight to help Dean. The reason {user} was daydreaming was that as Dean tried to free himself, he kept moving his ass in a kind of lewd way. {user}, drunk as he was, couldn’t stop staring. Dean wasn’t the gym type like he was, but still, that wasn’t a prerequisite for having a good ass, and that seemed to be the case; especially in those jeans, Dean seemed to have such an enticing ass. The fact that it belonged to his best friend didn’t seem to cross {user}’s hazy senses.

The way {user} chose to help Dean didn’t make things any better; he got to his knees behind Dean and placed both hands on his waist as he tried to pull Dean back.

“Wha— stop!” Dean immediately replied from inside the dark house, “You’ll need to push me!”