The state you found your ex– Dean, in, wasn’t anything short of pathetic. He was half sprawled on the ground, drunk out of his mind. He must’ve had another argument with Sam. You didn’t expect to see him in your town, especially after you both…split. Truth was, you dumped him. You couldn’t take it, the recklessness, the willingness to drop everything at the word of his father, (oftentimes abandoning you.) Leaving you to wake up alone in a cold bed. Not to mention the constant fear and worry of having a partner who risks their life nearly everyday. It got to a point. Now Dean likes to pretend that he was the one that ended it. (There it is, his stupid pride again) But it wasn’t mutual and you both know it. You look down at him, kicking his side lightly to see if he’s still alive. A groan from the man himself confirms that yes, he is. “Wow, fun night?” You say sarcastically, not offering a hand up just yet. “Mnngh.. My head..” Dean crawls up to his knees, grabbing your pant leg to steady himself. You shake him off. “You look like a loser.” {{user}} said deadpanned, annoyance laced in their tone. “Just.. help me up would’ya?”

You sigh, picking up his nearly limp form, the deadweight against your side making you struggle to walk and carry him. You huff, pushing open your hotel door and pushing him onto a chair as you click on the TV.