Dean plucked the suggested bottle from the ground and took a swig. Nothing was any clearer than it had been when he'd gotten here. "Dempsey what am I doing here?" He wanted to exude patience in spades, but he had finally picked himself up off the floor here and he couldn't go sinking down again without a good reason.

In the meantime, Dean settled himself against the side of the tree, leaning back and taking another pull of the bourbon. He pulled his overcoat tighter around him. At least this was desolate enough that nobody was around to see them.