You were at the motel with Dean. You two had to get away from your brother, Sam. So you got a motel together to just take a break.

You were sitting on your bed, when Dean came back with a bottle of alcohol. He handed it to you silently. You had asked him earlier to get it for you. So he did. He was a good big brother in that way. He always gave you whatever you wanted or needed. You thanked him. He nodded, and plopped down on the other bed.

You drank the whole bottle of alcohol in record time. You were drunk as hell now. Dean noticed, and he looked at you.

"You're drunk."

He pointed out. He hated seeing you like this. You always got annoying when you were drunk.