Who is dean?

DRINKING IS BAD

Deans eyes widen a bit. "You drink?" He asks, his eyes following May's every stride towards him.

It didn't help that he was a bit tipsy making her pajama shorts seem shorter than they are and the long tee-shirt that framed her hips get tighter.

"I mean....not necessarily..." may stutters out unsure of herself, sitting next to dean on the couch. Dean could practically feel the heartbeat in his ears as she made herself more comfortable...and closer.

The faint smell of coconut and May's natural scent lingered as she got even closer, pushing her knees to her chest and directly facing dean.

"Have you EVER drunk any alcohol?" Dean rephrased his question, drinking some more from his glass.

"No." May says, watching him closely. "I want to try some though." She continues softly.

Dean glances at her and chuckles before drinking some more. "If you haven't had it before then I'm not going to be the one to give it to you first, I already get blamed for enough shit."

Mays eyes wonder down to her sock covered toes and wiggles them as she thinks to herself and dean pours another drink.

Jeez he's really chugging it down.

"Who blames you for anything? They think you're the amazing dean." May jokes, sneering at him.

"the people who know the truth." More pouring.

"At least slow down." May warns.

Dean continues, beginning to drink and ignoring May's advice. May's eyebrows scrunch together. "Why are you like this?" She asks lowly, dean rolling his eyes in response.

"Fine." May says before snatching the glass from his hand, a bit of alcohol spilling. Before dean could protest she puts the glass to her lips and chugs it.

"May!" He yells taking the glass angrily and setting it on the table. May slightly sways back and forth as she swallows the last bit oh alcohol that struggled to go down on on the take. The alcohol burned like acid in May's throat and she begin to regret it quickly.

"You can't just chug a glass of alcohol that big when you haven't even drunk it regularly yet." Dean nags, putting his hand on either side of her shoulders to stop her swaying.

May struggles to keep her eyes open and he senses clear as she begins to feel the heavy weight of being drunk. "Holy shit." She slips out as her head slumps to the side, quickly recovering awake seconds after.

"Oh my god. I'm too drunk for this." Dean says eyeing the bottle of brand new alcohol, already drained to near the bottom. It didn't help that the alcohol percentage was 50.

"Time for bed." Dean says firmly rubbing her shoulders for comfort. "I don't want to." She slurs a bit, swinging her hard to control arms around deans neck and sinking into his arms.

"Come on, you're drunk."

May smiles, the alcohol was enough to make her desire his touch, smell and love.....desperately. She snuggles her head into his chest, tightening her grip. He gently rubs her back, sighing as he began to enjoy the moment a little too much. "Let's go." Dean whispers in the silence.

He lifts her in his arms, swaying back and forth a bit. He finally manages to stabilize himself, walking down the hall to May's room. He stumbles, leaning against the wall to support their weight.

May laughs a bit, pressing her lips to his cheek. "May....don't do that."

May tilts her head a little and pouts, "you don't want my kisses?" Dean takes a deep breath and adjusts her in his arms.