Dean walked out of the bar, his brother stumbling in front of him.
Sam was wasted.
Obliterated, really.
No question, Sam was drunk as a skunk and damn happy too.
Dean missed happy Sam.
Hadn't seen this Sam in a long time.
Dean couldn't be mad at him for this.
He liked happy Sam.
Last time Sam had gotten drunk it had been awkward, tense, and ended in empty promises.
Dean carefully shut Sam's door and jumped in the driver's side.
"Deeean, how come th 'mmpala doesn't have seat belts?"
Dean chuckled.
"Just close your eyes Sasquatch, we're almost home."