Dean shook himself from most of him thoughts, and smiled brightly in the dark, grabbing his jeans from the dusty floor of the bus.  He didn’t really bother to look for his other clothes, figuring that if he wanted to come get them, he could come back out in the daylight and find them.  He was more concerned about dressing decent enough to not cause Bobby alarm.

Laughing at the thought of walking into the house naked, Dean pulled his jeans on and then slipped his feet into his boots, looking around the lot that was now flooded with water in places.

“He’s probably going to figure us out, either way.”, he muttered, scooting closer to her to open the door to the bus.  The rain was still lightly falling across the wet gravel and splashed a bit off the door as it hung open, “Or at the very least, someone has already called him about the vampire bodies.  So, I fully expect a lecture about cleaning up our messes.”

Dean scooted toward the door, putting his feet down on the gravel heavily, and turning back to her, realizing that he was still pretty drunk.  His head was swimming, and the rain was only making it worse as it fell on his bare shoulders.  He stood straight and stretched, flexing his chest with a tiny hiss, “I’m still drunk…”