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Candy is very dandy indeed! But I’m sure we all know that Liquor is Quicker. It’s been done before, but who doesn’t like to see our boys and girls a little tipsy. And there’s nothing like a little alcohol to loosen lips, lower inhibitions, or excuse bad behavior. Will our favorite characters have to live with the consequences of their drunken actions? Or will they even remember what they did last night?

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“Hey man, thanks for the help in there.” Dean grinned at the long haired man in the passenger seat of the Impala. “Dean.” He offered his hand.

“Eliot.” He clasped the gun callused hand, but didn’t let go. “No problem, man, I was gettin’ bored.”

“Shouldn’t let your boy drink so much.”

They both turned to the tall man retching on the side of the road.

“Don’t have to, Sammy’s a cheap date.” Dean smirked. Three—four shots and chasers you can stick a fork in him ‘cause he’s done.”

“Oughta teach him not to be stickin’ his tongue down your throat in a redneck bar.” Eliot’s eyes stared at Dean’s lips, swollen from Sam’s kisses.

“Didn’t seem to bother you none.” Dean ran his thumb over Eliot’s bottom lip.

“Not your typical redneck.” He growled.

“Not your typical anything from what I saw.” Dean’s tongue flicked out to wet his bottom lip.

“Can I drop you somewhere?” Dean’s expression was hopeful.

“What about Mr. Personality?” Eliot jerked a thumb at Sam.

“Once I get him to a bed he’ll be done ‘til ‘bout noon tomorrow.”

“We’ll drop him first. Then I know a private bar, won’t have to worry ‘bout no bar fights if I stick my tongue down your throat.” Eliot purred.

“Sammy! Get your giant ass in the car!” Dean shouted over the rumble of the Impala.