"Thanks..." What he was thinking last night wasn't of as much concern as what he was thinking about him now. Last night, they had a great time. Right now was the moment Dean wanted to crawl in a hole somewhere.

He was probably right about the drinks, anyway. Dean knew he wouldn't have done what he did, not to that extreme, without a lot of outside help.

He sighed and rubbed his palms against the thighs of his jeans. "I should probably get out of your hair, huh? Sorry if... anything happened that you weren't looking for."