Dean had a heavy drinking session last night and basically passed out from the amount of alcohol he had consumed, which would've been a lot since he had the alcohol tolerance of five Vikings combined.

By the time he woke up and went to go to the kitchen next morning to grab himself a bite, {{user}} was already up in there.

With his head throbbing like crazy, Dean opened the fridge and took out some food that's been in there for more than a few weeks. Probably not edible. He didn't know it wasn't edible until he put a spoonful of it in his mouth and had to spit it out.

{{user}} laughed lightly.

Hearing the chuckle, Dean grunted. "Shut up." He put the smelly food back in the fridge.

He turned to {{user}}. "Got any of that left?" Dean muttered, gesturing at the plate in front of {{user}} with his chin. His eyes were half lidded. Everything was too bright.