It was a relief that Merlin had found a place to live and a job to support himself. The studio was kind of small in Dean's opinion but he had lived in smaller before Oddfellows really took off. All that matter was Merlin seemed happy with it and so far no one had shown up to kill him. That counted as a win in Dean's book.

The music was so loud he heard it in the stairwell before he even got to the hallway. It made him chuckle a little before he opened the door. No one noticed him which made sense. It was a miracle he could hear Merlin talking to someone over the music. Dean closed and locked the door behind him before he reached out with his own magic and turned the music down to conversation levels.

"Hasn't anyone told you you're going to go deaf? How have your neighbors not called in a noise complaint yet?" He asked, mostly rhetorically as he walked over to the kitchen island and put down a tote bag. He pulled out a bottle of very magical rum, made with a single drop of kraken blood, and some plain old, normal vodka.