If Dean was weak against anything it was moments like these where he was laughing and happy and slightly drunk. It's just everything he loved about being with a person, everything he felt for Merlin that hadn't really gone anywhere no matter what he said about being over it. Well, no, he was over it but because around Merlin again just brought it all back.

He grabbed Merlin's face in his hands, pulled him in and kissed him. It was sloppy and awkward and just not Dean's usual skill and style but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't think of any other response.

Alcohol was a bitch on his system. He was already an affectionate guy and when drunk that side of his personality was only amplified. There was no turning it down. His impulsiveness also went off the charts so what was a bad idea to sober Dean was a great idea to drunk Dean.

"Oh, god, that's awful. How did you not throw up?"