”Don’t drink too much, boys!” You yell before you exit the motel room, leaving Sam and Dean enjoy their evening with beer as you go to see a friend.

They ended up drinking way too much, the beer quickly switched into vodka. You come back from your friend, closing the motel room when you see Sam laying on the bed, sleeping. And Dean at the kitchen table, drowning his drink.

“How much did you have?” You sigh as you take your jacket off.

“A lot.” Dean mumbles as you walk over to Sam and gently place the covers over his body to make his sleep more comfortable. You gently caress his hair and then arm for a second before walking back to Dean.

Such a motherly person you are. Not just to Sam, but to Dean too. Taking care of the brothers, like you’re their mother. It’s sweet.

“I told you not to drink so much.” You say as you fill a glass of water and place it on the nightstand next to sleeping Sam.