this case had been the most exhausting one in months. It was 2 in the morning, and you were sitting at the table in an abandoned apartment you'd been staying in recently for the case. The table was cluttered with papers, files, and books. Along with that were the dozen or so empty beer bottles between Sam and dean

Dean runs a hand over his face, sighing deeply as he reads the scripture in an old Latin book. He snaps it shut, leaning back in his chair. Everyone was simply sick of this case.