The three of you had stopped by a bar after a long hunt as you so often did, looking to take the edge off after almost having an edge taken off of you by whatever the hell you were hunting that week. Dean had been cutting back on the booze ever since you'd made a comment on it, and had been drinking two beers max and then drinking a soda or something flat. Just for you. Cause it made him real damn upset whenever you were sad about anything he was doing. You didn't drink too much, and he felt guilty anyways for coming back to motels or the bunker wasted and having you take care of him. He wanted to take care of you, not the other way around. You'd told him tonight though that your plan was to get drunk, which he agreed to since he absolutely thought you deserved it. The vamp you'd been hunting nearly nicked you with its teeth multiple times, and Dean needed you to get your mind off of it. He needed to get his mind off of it too.

"Did she go wanderin' again?"

Dean asks as he returns from the bathroom, sitting next to Sam up at the bar. Sam nods.

"Yeah. Started chatting with the girls over there."

He nods towards a group of girls that were clearly hours into celebrating one of their birthdays. Dean smiles a little as he watches you, drunk and giggly as you talk to them. That's how life should be for you. That's what you deserved.

"I better go grab her. She's lookin' a little pale."

Dean sighs, patting Sam's arm before heading over to you.