030 - [Video]
[Sam is sitting on his bed, bundled up in a jacket and looking a little tired. In one hand is a full bottle of vodka. In the other is a lighter. He keeps looking from one hand to the other, mumbling to himself.]
There was something I was supposed to do.
[He flicks the lighter once or twice, looking from the flame to the alcohol and back again. Finally he shrugs.]
Screw it.
[Sam then proceeds to damage his liver in the way only a Russian Winchester can.]