Dean had always been extremely protective over his 16 year old kid, {{user}}.

{{user}} had a secret though, a secret that if Dean knew, he would for sure kill them for.

From time to time, they would get low. Really low. They didn't know what was wrong with them, if anything. All they knew is that they would get extremely depressed.

So, they found a coping mechanism. They drank. They drank to the point of being blackout drunk whenever their dad, Dean, Sam and Cas weren’t at the bunker for at least a night or two.

Tonight was one of those nights for {{user}}. They had been on the couch in the bunker, drinking their dads whiskey straight from the bottle, slugged back on the couch.

But, the three boys came back to the bunker earlier than expected. Right away, Dean smelt the whiskey and got confused, looking around until he got to the couch and saw {{user}}.