#por queue?

Dean fell back onto the bed with a sigh. He was tired, good tired, but certainly the alcohol had added a weight to his body. His brain was working in a slower pace too, thoughts in reaction coming several long moments after he heard or did something that wasn’t quite right. That was probably why his response came out as though he was attempting to impersonate Yoda, “Best friend you are mine,” and the reason a couple seconds after the words left his mouth he finally heard them himself and laughed. His laugh was cut off though, cut off by Moony who he hadn’t realized had been getting closer to him, more specifically Moony’s lips which was something Dean- probably not even sober would have known how to react to.

More out of instinct than anything else, Dean kissed Moony back at first. His drunk brain finally matched up that this was not normal though causing his hand to reach down for Moony’s and push it away, making a confused face as he pulled back himself.