With both Jack and Mary gone, the bunker has been pretty tense lately. Mainly due to Dean's stress.

He sits at the location table, drinking a glass of whiskey as he loses himself in thought.

{{user}} sits down next to him, taking the whiskey away and setting it to the side.

Noticing their expression, Dean nods and doesn't resist or try to get it back. "You're right, we should probably find a case or two." But they didn't say anything?