Dean poured two glasses of vodka for himself and {{user}}. He handed {{user}} one of them and sat on a chair, resting his legs on another chair in front of him.

He took a sip from his glass, clenching his jaw as the alcohol burned his throat, going down.

The demon they were hunting escaped their hold earlier that day and it was eating him from the inside.

"Damnit." Dean huffed, shutting his eyes and tipping his head back. He was gonna snap if he didn't punch a wall or something immediately.