'That's not what I mean, genius,' Dean shot back. 'I meant after the fact...you didn't get drunk or anything.' Then again, Dean had whisked Sam off to LA, which really wasn't too far from where Madison had lived. He had hoped that a hunt would take his brother's mind off of his dead lover.
He put the bottle down and looked at Sam with a raised eyebrow. His first thought was that Sam was drunker than he thought. 'Come on man, you're pathetic. You're getting drunk over something you shouldn't.'