With KKBELVIS' permission (and prompt) this is a sequel to "Share the Wealth" ch 1 of her story Jumbled .net/s/6049571/1/JUMBLED

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"So…" Dean said after a couple sips of beer. "Why are we sitting on the floor, drinking shots and feeling sorry for ourselves?"

"M'not."

"Are too."

Sam grunted a 'hmpf' that Dean recognized as reluctant agreement that he was right. He waited for Sam to elaborate.

"Jus' wan'ed - f'r minit - just wan'ed not to feel an'thing." He slurred.

Dean sighed.

"Doesn't help, Sammy. Trust me as somebody who's tried it. Doesn't help."

Sam 'hmmpfed' a laugh.

"Had t'try."

"Tomorrow morning you're gonna wish you hadn't." Dean. Sam slid against him.

"T'morrow, y'll take care'me."

"Yeah, Sammy. I will."

The end.