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    <title>Another Night, Another Bottle</title>
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    <content type="html">Sam Winchester knows, deep down, that he's better than this, better than letting himself drown in self-pity and a cheap bottle of whiskey, but he doesn't care right now. He doesn't care that his brother, Dean, would want him to find a way to move on with his life and get out from under the cloud hanging over him, but Sam doesn't care about that, either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean is dead, and much of Sam's purpose in life went with him. Dean was the one who'd first gotten Sam into hunting, into this life of moving from place to place and helping where they could. He'd been happy in law school, leaving this all behind, before Dean came asking for his help.&amp;#160;Every time Sam needed his brother, Dean was there to help, there to encourage him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when Dean needed him, Sam couldn't come through for his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes another drink, letting the alcohol burn as it runs down his throat. The drinking dulls the pain somewhat, keeping his guilt from eating him alive completely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at least, until the whiskey runs out again.</content>
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