Dean dissolved into laughter at the look on Merlin's face after he took a drink. It looked like he had tasted something incredibly bad. Like brussel sprouts boiled in piss or something. It was hilarious to tipsy Dean. Hell, it probably would've been hilarious to sober Dean.

"I'm calling bullshit on that," he said between giggles. "You know it's terrible, just admit it."

He bumped his shoulder against Merlin's, grinning wildly at him. Come on, no shame in admitting something was bad.