Sam and Dean did a hunt…

And an exhausting one at that.

So, always a way to calm down from it was…of course, to go out to a bar and drink the sorrows and guilt away. It was practically easy for both Winchesters.

Sam was sat by the male bartender, slightly leaving subtle glances to as he finished another shot. Dean was probably getting with a woman, like always.

“Another…please.” Sam requested somberly, practically staring into his empty glass shot.