Dean had one too many of this drink the bar was serving. Something called a 'Doohickeydoodah'. And that thing was strong!

Strong enough to make Dean drunk which said a lot. The spirit of celebrating the win on their latest hunt had him in the chokehold for sure.

"One more." Dean told the bartender.

As the bartender wanted to pour him another {{user}} mouthed a strong 'no' to her.

Dean turned to {{user}}. "Come on. One more and then we'll go." His words were slurred and his voice hoarse.