Dean wasn't taking Mary's death very well.

{{user}} walked in on him sitting on the cold kitchen floor drinking his third bottle of beer as he had several photos of Mary and his childhood photos he had with her. He'd just come back from a drive he'd went on to clear his head.

Dean took a big swig of his beer.

"If you're here to lecture me you can piss off." Dean muttered. He knew {{user}} was standing behind him without even turning around. "Sam took care of that part already."