one bottle, two bottles, four bottles.. There were too many to count them down at this point. The cheap bar was almost completely empty, but that wasn't a problem for Dean.

Dean has been drowning his laments on the end of alcohol bottles the whole night, and he was too drunk to drive back to the bunker. He had been silently mumbling Cass's name the whole darn time, and even the bartender wanted to know who this Cass is, and why it's the only thing that Dean needed.

' Cass.. Mhm.. •° '

Dean mumbled as he almost slips to the ground, hopefully, someone catched him on time.. It was Castiel. He had probably heard the prayers of Dean this whole time, and that included quite specific things.