Who? Dean and Sam What? Bonding time, drinking, angst. Where? Anonymous bar. When? At some point between the Epic Reunion and finding out about Adam. Rating? Nothing serious. Alcohol is involved, and there may be gratuitous angst, because this is Sam'n'Dean, after all. Note: Wow I'm writing a lot of drinking for someone who has never had more than a glass of wine in her life, HAAA.
So. Back from the dead - again.
It hadn’t been that long since he’d died the first time, though - or at least, it didn’t feel like it, not to him. Everyone else was saying it was about a year after his first return from the grave, and seeing how many things were different... he was starting to believe them. Mom was back, Dad was back, the world was ending... good times.
Except not.
Whatever, no matter what had changed, it set Dean at ease to have his brother at his side. Sam was still Sam, and that was good enough for Dean. He didn’t really need to know everything else, not right now. Right now, he needed to get drunk enough to sort through the things he did know, the things everyone had been telling him or that he’d seen - the idea of Mom being alive just, it kind of threw him for a loop, and he didn’t know how to reconcile that with the way he’d spent his entire life, remembering pieces of her, hazy fragmented memories and never the real thing... and now she was here, and part of him never wanted to let her out of his sight, but another, bigger part couldn’t breathe and couldn’t help but panic, seeing her again.
He wasn’t entirely sure why. He shouldn’t be anything but happy to see her. But seeing her dragged back a lot of stuff he’d buried lifetimes ago (literal lifetimes ago, apparently), back when he’d decided to speak again for the first time, back when all he had to worry about was looking after Sammy, who wasn’t even walking around at the time. Wasn’t like he could get very far, do much of anything except crawl around or drool.
Now, his brother more than met Dean’s own pace - although he didn’t think Sam would be able to keep up with the number of drinks he planned to have, tonight. Seriously, for a Sasquatch, the kid didn’t have enough of a tolerance for alcohol.
Still, they were at a bar, and Dean was going to try to enjoy himself as much as possible before his brother decided to nosedive into the table or something and they’d have to leave. He'd gotten the waitress to leave the bottle with them, because he wasn't above letting on that he was here to drink. He hoped Sam wouldn’t start thinking this was an awesome opportunity to talk, honestly, because that was next to the last thing he needed right now. Any more sudden crazy revelations and his brain was going to explode.