Maybe deciding to impress you by ordering some hot wings after you off-handedly mentioned spicy food wasn't the brightest idea, but he was a couple shots in too deep to think about it properly.

This was a monkey see, monkey do situation. Dean spotted a pretty little thing dining all alone, and his body was starting to move quicker than he could even register. Those vampires would be jealous of the rate at which he moved, but not so much the grace. Those beers had him tumbling around like an elephant, too inebriated to walk straight.

The spice level seemed to sober him fast enough, however.

"You know, it's not even that spicy," Because why not lie, even as he was sweating buckets in the air conditioned establishment. Maybe he could blame it on the layers of plaid if the babe in front of him began questioning him.

"I've had spicier! Like, uh, like..." Hellfire, maybe.

Dean's tongue felt like it had been stung by a thousand wasps. His lips felt numb as if he had been sucking face with icicles, and his nose was incredibly runny.

Damnit.

"You, uh, think that the bartender has some milk?" Dean asked, shooting you that charming smile of his, hoping that it made him look less pathetic.