The case at hand had Dean and {{user}} pretty occupied.

"God... I haven't slept for I don't even know how long." Dean scoffed, rubbing his eyes with his thumb an index finger. "I can officially smell colors now."

"How are you even alive right now?!" {{user}} asked with raised eyebrows.

"Believe me when I say I've been askin' myself that every damn day." Dean groaned, popping a bottle of beer open for himself and taking a long swing from it. Maybe the alcohol would make him feel better.

"I'll take a good long four hour nap after this is done." He nodded.