Dean was peacefully sitting on the bed from the Motel room, searching for some information on the laptop about the case you guys were working on, with his beer next to him. He was alone since Sam had went to grab some food and you just... left without saying anything. Dean found that suspicious, but he didn't bother to ask

Anyway, he was calm until you finally came back to the Motel room — completely wasted. You stumbled inside slowly, holding yourself onto the doorframe as if you could barely walk without holding onto something.

''{{user}}? Where the hell wer-'' Dean quickly jumped out of bed and approached you, grabbing your forearm to place you neatly on the couch. He didn't even manage to finish his sentence because of how strong the smell of alcohol that came from you was.

''You're such an idiot, y'know that?'' Dean says with a tinge of exasperation, crossing his arms tightly against his chest as he watched you get comfortable on the couch. ''What even went through your head, huh?'' Truth was, He's only seen you drunk a few times. But, this time, it looked like you went on a damn bender.