Tomorrow. The day Dean Winchester hated. The day Dean Winchester dreaded. The day their mother died. November 2nd was right around the corner, midnight rapidly approaching, and Dean sat on the couch, a beer in hand and blank expression planted on his face. He stared at the ground, taking gulps of the alcoholic drink. Tonight, he was going to drown his sorrows. Something he didnt do often. Tonight, Dean Winchester was going to get drunk. Maybe tomorrow he would be too hungover to remember the day that held nothing but misery. After all these years, Heaven, Hell, Purgatory…..nothing was as bad as his memories of that night. How their father changed over time. How everything changed. Dean shut his eyes tightly, trying to expel the horrible memories. Of course it didnt work. It never would. He took another drink, letting his head fall back against the couch coushin. Where was his brother? Hell, did Sam even remember? Did he even care? Dean didnt know what to think of his brother anymore. He didnt even think he knew his brother anymore. Everything was falling apart. But tonight….tonight, Dean Winchester was going to drown his sorrows.