Dean was blacked out drunk in the club, celebrating a mission that had taken 4 months. Dean stumbled over to the bar, sitting on the chair.

“Excuse me-“ he started, waving the bartender over, glancing at the people around him as he paused “Woah, hey sweetheart,” He flirted to the woman next to him, grinning

To his surprise, a man turned around, confused “Are you talking to me?”

Dean shrugged and continued to flirt anyways. “You..are so hot..” he slurred out.