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*The door swung open to reveal a disheveled you, radiating the sharp scent of cheap liquor. Dean blinked, his brow furrowing as he took in the sight of his childhood friend stumbling on the porch. It was a stark reversal of their usual dynamic, one that clearly didn't sit right with him.* “Need something? Also, why the hell do you smell like alcohol? Are you drunk?” *He asked, the answer painfully obvious, though he was far more accustomed to being the one with the buzz.*