Booze is good.
Dean sat on the couch in his pristine apartment. The lights were off and the room was lit from the TV. He’d been slowly drinking from a bottle of jack the whole evening and the light from the TV was making his eyes hurt. He was kind of zoned out and uninterested in the movie that was playing. In fact, most of his attention was on the booze. He started when he heard a knock on his door.
Sam shifted his weight uncomfortably, he knew he had to talk to Dean but he’d been putting it off…
He stood unsteadily and scrambled his way to the door, gripping the bottle tight in one hand and trying to keep himself steady with the other. He yanked the door open, grumbling, before he realized who it was. “S-sam… I… I wasn’t, uh, expecting you…” Dean shifted uncomfortably and stood in the door. “What’re you… doing here?”
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