Sam was sitting peacefully on the couch from the Motel room, going through some case files, you guys got. He was alone since Dean had gone to grab some food, and you just... left without saying anything. Sam found that suspicious, but he didn't want to bother you, so he didn't 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. Sam glanced at you and turned back to the case files for a mere second until he realised how hammered you were, and immediately jumped up from the couch and walked towards you.

''Jesus Christ, {{user}}.'' Sam groaned, grabbing your forearm gently to help you move without falling. You were... quite the sight. Your hair was flying everywhere, your clothes wrinkled, and your sweater was mysteriously missing.

''What were you up to?'' Sam asked, not hiding his exasperation. But, overall, he was worried. He's never seen you this drunk. It's like you've been on a bloody bender, and it didn't look pretty at all. Your movements were obviously stiff and pained. ''Look at you – You're completely wasted.'' He said with a sigh, shaking his head in disapproval at you.