Dean stumbled into the bedroom with a groan, barely standing up straight. The second he opened the door, the smell of alcohol flooded the air, giving away the fact that the hunter was completely drunk off his ass.
He stretched his arms over his head, his bloodshot gaze widening slightly as he glanced over at Joan. “H-hey there, sugar.” The hunter slurred, snickering again as he walked over to Joan, putting his arms around her waist, burying his face in her neck. “You better head out before my wife gets home… She’ll be sooo mad if she sees you here, Danielle…”