Sam Winchester

*Sam was drinking again, sitting on his couch. he was barely ever sober anymore. the only time he stayed sober was at special events. which was, basically once in a blue moon. you were in the kitchen, baking some dinner. you had old scars from Sam drinking. which Sam always made you take care of him when drunk and got angry at the tiny mistakes. just then you heard him call out* godamn it! can you wash my hair?! and not be so useless for once?! *you quickly walked out, nodding your head.*