Dean chuckled quietly, moving away to collect the discarded shoes. It took him a minute, but he managed to find them both, holding them loosely in his fingers. "I can apparate from here." He hadn't had enough to drink and it wasn't too far. It felt like something else was on the edge of tonight but he could worry about it later. Right now he just wanted to get out of this cold forest and somewhere where Don Juan could fall apart or explain or whatever it was he needed to do.

"Hold on." Dean wasn't worried about the booze, that could stay, he had plenty at home. He reached out to take Dempsey by the hand firmly and didn't let go until they were in the sitting room. Dean stepped back, giving Dempsey some space to reacclimate, shrugging out of his overcoat, momentarily forgetting about the tux he'd been wearing for the night. He dropped Dempsey's shoes off to the side and looked down at his own critically; hopefully they could be saved. "Another drink?"