At least he could keep falling flat on his face off the checklist for tonight. He'd stumbled for sure, might have gone down if Dempsey hadn't caught him, but at least if he'd been by himself he could have licked his wounds in peace. Now he was going to go simmer in a bottle of whiskey and contemplate his life choices.

Dean fumbled for the keys in his pocket, thankfully they hadn't fallen out in his swaying. It took him a moment to register that Dempsey had stopped farther back. Probably for the better. If he were a stronger man he might have invited Dempsey in for a drink to thank him, but that was a dangerous slope and Dean knew he could slide far too easily. As it was, his dreams tonight were going to unbearable, as they often were when he overindulged.

Slipping the key into the door with more skill than he ought to have possessed, Dean heard the satisfying click. "Ah, thanks." He said as he turned back to Dempsey, his free hand scratching at the back of his head. "I appreciate it." He managed a lopsided smile. They didn't have to do this anymore, but Dean dared to hope it meant that something. What, he couldn't quite discern and he was too dizzy now to put much thought into it; he was sure he would have plenty of time in the sober light of tomorrow.