You were drunk again, stumbling out of the bar bathroom. Dean looked over, sighing with frustration when he saw the state you were in. He threw some money down and walked over to you, holding your shoulders, gently guiding you outside. You tried to argue, but he ignored you. Once outside, you pulled yourself away from him. "Gett offffff." "You need to come home, come on, this is stupid."
"I don't need to dooooo anything! I don't need you anymore Dean." You words were a harsh hit.