Sam lay his head down on the bar.
He felt woozy, happy, sleepy.
Best of all, he didn't hurt.
He felt great, for the first time in months.
He sat up again and looked right into the eyes of clarity.
"C'mon princess, time for you to go to bed."
"Deeean, I feel…I..I…feel….I dooon't feel…isss all good" he slurred.
Sam tried to stand up and was grateful for shoulder of his brother to fall on.
"I'm tips…tips….drinks too much…no pain."
"You're a little more than tipsy Sammy," Dean chuckled, but deep down he knew that underneath the pain was unimaginable.