Dean yelped a little in surprise as they flipped over and then laughed at himself for making such a ridiculous sound. He lifted his hips and wiggled, trying to help as much as he could with getting his skinny jeans off.

"Don't be drunk next time and you'll be fine," he said as he stretched his arms over his head and put himself on display. He was utterly shameless about how he looked. Half the reason he wore skinny jeans was because of how good they made his ass look. He also liked how they made other people look at his ass and appreciate it. Dean liked to look good.

He didn't even think about what his words implied. He was good with one night stands but with Merlin there was no way he could do that. They had too much history and it was good history. Maybe if Merlin was an asshole or really, really hurt him, Dean might consider this a one off but tonight couldn't be that unless Merlin wanted it to be.

"Anything good worth having it worth working for. I think I read that on a fortune cookie once."