Personal cases were never easy and it wasn't treating {{user}} well. The boys knew how much pressure it really was, having experienced the same before.

Dean was in the bunker's main room, researching in his laptop for info on the case when {{user}} walked into the bunker after being gone for hours at 11 PM.

The stumbling. The smell of alcohol. Clear signs of where {{user}}'s been.

"You're drunk?!" Dean frowned, looking confused. He turned his chair leaned back. "You hit the bar, didn't you?"