You were sitting at Bobby's place, helping the older man with research when you suddenly heard the front door swing open and glanced up to see Sam trudging in with a wasted Dean.

Now, this was no shock. Dean had his issues. Major issues. He always had. But tonight... it just felt worse. John had recently passed... and Dean blamed himself.

Sam walked off to the kitchen to speak privately with Bobby... as you approached the drunk, angry Dean who was sat on the couch.