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  <title>Another Night, Another Bottle</title>
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  <description>Sam Winchester knows, deep down, that he&apos;s better than this, better than letting himself drown in self-pity and a cheap bottle of whiskey, but he doesn&apos;t care right now. He doesn&apos;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&apos;t care about that, either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean is dead, and much of Sam&apos;s purpose in life went with him. Dean was the one who&apos;d first gotten Sam into hunting, into this life of moving from place to place and helping where they could. He&apos;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&apos;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.</description>
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