Dean could definitely handle his alcohol, his alcohol tolerance was.. honestly impressive — it was kinda hard for dean to even get himself drunk, let alone wasted but, of course, dean had somehow managed to get himself beyond wasted.

You had no clue how he’s gotten that drunk but the two of you had walked into a bar together, he’d slipped off away from you at some point and the next time you see him he was talking to some group of girls, who’d probably tried to come onto him, about his super, amazing, really hot partner..

literally just gushing about you as he described you like some goddamn higher being or something, asking the group of girls if they’d seen you around anywhere very clearly not interested in whatever those girls had to say just purely thinking about you..

he’d probably never smiled so wide in his life when he turned and saw you stood there. It was ridiculous how fast he stumbled over to you and just clung to you, literally hanging off of your side as he sloppily kisses your cheek — probably trying to go for your lips but his coordination was just completely gone.

“Aw— baby, sweetheart, {{user}}.. missed you, where’d y’go..?—“ he damn near whines out, words all slurred and jumbled together. His arms wrapped around your shoulders just limp against you, forcing you to hold him up “baby.. darlin’ yer so awesome nd’ hot— everyone else is lame.. love y’so much — how’d i even score you..?”