Dean tried to keep the cabinet shut but Faith just shoved him out of the way and opened it back up. Grabbing more bottles she started pouring those down the drain too. "You're not an alcoholic, you're just a pussy." She smiled at him meanly, breaking out her favorite pet name for him. One that was bound to get under his skin.
The truth was, Faith wasn't just trying to being a bitch to Dean. She was worried about him. She wasn't Emily though, and she didn't come over here to pet him until he felt better. She wasn't Solvei and didn't come over here to cry and share the blame. She came over here to make sure Dean didn't drink himself to death. If she had to accomplish this by smacking the shit out of him? She would be happy to oblige. It was time for tough love and Faith had officially run out of patience.
Going to the fridge she yanked it open and pulled out all of the beer but when she turned back around Dean was standing in front of the sink with his arms folded over his chest. "Hate to break it to you, Dean but you really can't intimidate me." She said, raising an eyebrow in his direction.
"Lemme tell you from personal experience? Burying yourself in a bottle is just a faster track to hell and I don't feel like going back in there to get your ass out, so move."