Dean had fallen years ago, stuck on the planet as all fell apart. gabriel had said yes to lucifer… Not soon after, the croatoan virus popped up and began to spread. All the while his grace bled until he was no longer an angel, but a human. He was vulnerable to the elements, to viruses, he needed to sleep and eat and find a way to sustain himself.
In response to the lack of grace burning through his veins, he had picked up a habit of drinking. It burned going down. It was nothing like the grace he once held, but it substituted enough.
He had wondered from camp in one of his states of drunkenness… He couldn’t even comprehend how dangerous this was with the alcohol blurring his thoughts. He tried to shoot something, but missed sadly before stumbling under a tree and falling to his face, unable to coordinate himself well enough to walk any further. he knew the drinking was bad, but he couldn’t stop, even if he claimed otherwise.
He was slowly starting to realize the situation he was in and knew he should return to camp. but he decided he would stay there for a few more minutes, thinking any infected that would have heard him would have already been there had they been in the area…
Something weird had happened at camp. Dean had finally found the colt and all of them had gone after Lucifer. Jasper felt sick remembering how Dean had used them as a distraction. then Things went black and now he was here, near the camp again. Jasper stopped in his tracks seeing Dean by a tree stumbling, “Dean.” He said running to his side.