Dean was on a rare night in, feeling a little under the weather and for once, simply in the mood for a deep glass of whiskey and a book. As much as he enjoyed spending the evenings out, it was a work night and he wanted to get a decent night's sleep so as to maybe get ahead of whatever bug was trying to take him down. It wasn't much, just a scratch in his throat, and he was more tired than usual, but Dean had little to no patience for such things. He hoped taking a night off and the whiskey would cure it before it truly started.

It was a little later than he'd intended to go to bed, having downed a second glass of whiskey and thoroughly enjoying the adventure novel he'd started, lounging on the couch in half of his pajamas. Even with company, Dean rarely exhibited any sort of modesty, especially in his own flat. He'd reached a good stopping point and was about to toss himself into bed to sleep off the rest of this gross feeling when the floo lit up, announcing someone's arrival. It was a surprise, as he hadn't invited anyone over specifically, but became less of a surprise to see Dempsey stepping out, that adorably goofy grin on his face. Dempsey didn't need an invitation, just a whim. Dean had admittedly been enjoying their continued arrangement and as he got to know Dempsey better, found he thoroughly enjoyed the man's company as much as he enjoyed his body. It was nice to have a friend that he also go to take to bed. It hadn't been something he'd considered before, but also wasn't so sure he'd be willing to try with anyone else. Dempsey kept him on his toes, which was good, Dean hated to be bored.

Noting the wobble in Dempsey's step from the fireplace, Dean eyed him carefully. "Dempsey," he greeted with a smile. He could probably drum up the energy for a quickie, if Dempsey was so inclined.