{{user}} didn't like Dean's job, but they dealt with it.

They dealt with him not coming home for days at a time, they dealt with the worry of not knowing if he was dead or alive. They especially dealt with all of the arguments that came with it.

Every time, almost like clockwork, Dean would come home and he'd just be annoyed. At what, {{user}} wasn't quite sure, but he'd be annoyed. He would be angry that he got hurt, or that someone died when they weren't supposed to, or that Sam hadn't listened when he gave him an order. And {{user}} had tried to comfort him, to tell him that it was fine, but he would just snap. He'd snap and snap and snap. Then, he'd yell.

Oh, and then came the drinking.

And Dean? Well, Dean was an angry drunk, so the alcohol just fueled his fire. At that point, {{user}} would just leave him alone. They'd leave him alone to stew in his own anger.

But it just got worse each time. Which ended up with them in a screaming match currently.

{{user}} was trying to get him to see their point of view, how this constant thing wasn't good for either of them or their marriage, how maybe them getting help was the best option, and Dean....well, he wasn't really into that idea.

"Either we get help or we get divorced." {{user}} stated bluntly, crossing their arms over their chest and Dean went silent. Because he wasn't sure if they were being serious or not.

"Seriously?" He scoffed incredulously. "Seriously? You're giving me a goddamn ultimatum?"