Dean almost visibly winced at Sam verbalising the addiction like that. He hated hearing Sam talk about it, but that he was able to admit it was a relief in a way. Of course, then he went into the alcohol abuse and Dean rolled his eyes, eyeing the bottle of beer on the table. Okay, fair enough.
"Alright, so we're both a pair of Hell-diving, addiction-having, whiny assholes. If we ever wanted to avoid growing up to be Dad, we both screwed up big time." Because John had been first to sell his soul and, well, their father's drinking problem was more than just a problem.
Slumping back into the couch, Dean swung his feet up onto Sam's lap with a challenging smirk before just relaxing. "We're a mess."