Despite how flippant he could be at times, Dean was not an oblivious man.

It’s not like you did a great job of hiding your intoxication, anyways- the scent of weed had circled around the room to an almost edible degree, and the eldest Winchester began to wonder if he’d get a contact high.

But, if that didn’t give it away, your eyes most certainly did.

Closing and locking the door behind him, he steps inside, smirk in tow as he places his hands on his hips.

“Havin’ fun without me?”