"I like to chalk that up as necessary to the grieving process." Dean glanced down at his cup and sighed. He didn't feel anywhere near drunk enough, but he could find another liquor store later when he crashed for the night. For right now, he just didn't want to be here when Faith decided she wanted to read that letter.

"Look, I meant what I said about calling if you need it. If you need someone to watch your back, you know where to find me."