Dean was sprawled on one of the beds in the motel room, feet up on the covers, with a half-empty bottle of beer in his hand. He had decided to relax after a long day of research, the soft glow of the TV casting flickering shadows around the room as he watched some old reruns of Dr. Sexy, M.D.

You'd gone out to unwind at a bar, so Dean was enjoying the rare luxury of peace and quiet.

Spoke too soon—

Bang.

The door swung open with a crash, nearly coming off its hinges. You stumbled in, the distinct aroma of alcohol following you. Your strides were uneven, and your eyes were glazed over, struggling to focus on anything in particular.

Dean's eyes widened in surprise. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean said, scrambling off the bed to catch you as you wobbled in. "Easy there, champ. What'd you do, drink the bar dry?"