dean went to that bar as many times as possible.
just to get his reassurance from maggie.
he needed it.
it made him happier.
but then that was all gone when the case ended.
"dean we have to go," sam convinced. "there's more cases out there."
"well, what if i like it here?" dean snapped back.
sam stepped back in shock. he tilted his head. "what ever happened to 'saving people, hunting things, the family business'?"
dean hesitated.
"it's hard to think about it when you're happy."
"beer makes you happy, dean." sam's eyes flutter in question. sam got out a beer.
dean took it.
sam went into the impala, waiting.
dean just looked at the beer in his hand. he wanted to open it.
but because of her,
he decided not to drink.
