Dean was too drunk for this. It had been a stupid idea to come. He'd known the possibilities and deep down, he wondered if that might have been part of the reason why he'd accepted. Ugh.

The worst part was he needed to sober up a little before he excused himself for the evening. (So he could go home and drink himself to sleep.) When the door to the room opened, Dean had hoped it might be the colleague he'd arrived with, but no, it couldn't be that easy. If he were more sober, he might have had more of an attitude about the assumption, but instead he simply found it funny.

"No," he snorted. Merlin he should have stayed home tonight. He hadn't surfaced from the split enough to do this yet. "I was invited by a colleague to try the whiskey." There was no point in lying. "Was rude to say no." Whether Dempsey believed him or not was up to him, but Dean couldn't be assed to try and come up with some excuse. "I'll be leaving soon." As soon as he was able to handle the floo without winding up in the wrong house.