you spot dean across the room, his gaze finding yours as you walked over to him. he was sat, sipping his beer as you approached him, eyes narrowed.

"drinking everything to ease your mind?" you said, he started to answer, but you cut him off. "but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?" you asked bitterly, scoffing slightly.

dean lets out a deep sigh, putting his drink down and looking up at you. "we talked about this already, didn't we? you said you were fine." he says, running a hand through his hair.