Sam looked on at his brother. Dean was drowning himself in a steady mixture of Budweisers, fruity cocktails and the cheap bar food on the boats bar. Amazingly, both of them were still sober.

"Dean, stop it. Make yourself sick." Sam said, feeling nauseated himself as Dean stuffed about five hot wings in his mouth at once.

"Ill be fine." Dean drawled, rolling his bloodshot eyes in irritation. He continued like this for another half hour then Sam finally couldnt take it.

Dean found his brother hunched over the rail. "Told you Id be fine." Dean said, holding back Sams hair.

"I hate you."