Sam never thought of {{user}} being a heavy drinker. {{user}} had some beer from time to time but not so much that he was drunk, but I guess he was wrong.

Sam watched as {{user}} walked into the Bunker, noticing his body language, he knew he was drunk. Sam hoped that he didn’t do what Dean did, with sleeping with a random woman before leaving, he hoped.

“Jesus, where have you been?” Sam spoke with concern, trying to help {{user}} up as he stumbled several times as he walked.