Dean hadn't had a headache before, but now he was starting to feel one creeping in at his temples. "Coming down with something minor, I assume." Maybe he'd had enough whiskey to dink it away. That would be nice. A good night's sleep at he might be back to normal. Under regular circumstances, he might have even thought a good shag would do the trick, help get the blood flowing better, but he wasn't in the mood to test the theory now.

Despite Dempsey having moved back, Dean stood from the couch and took his glass to the sink, pajama pants hanging low on his hips as he made his way back toward the bed. He needed real space to get that smell out of his nose. Maybe that was where the headache was coming from. "I was going to sleep it off and you're too high for me to take seriously right now, so you can either come with me and sleep or find somewhere else to land for tonight." It came out a little more harsh than he intended, but Dean needed to set the boundary; he would not entertain this now or in the future.