Ch-ch-ch-changes (Dean)
It was a good thing that Aidan's house wasn't far from the bar they'd gone to, since Dean wasn't really up to much movement. Even though he seemed to be feeling better with the generous application of ice and alcohol. He was kind of surprised that there hadn't been any vomit, with how Dean had looked for a while.
They did walk slow, though. And walk they did, since Dean was pretty sure he wasn't going to sit in some bumpy cab. Aidan could appreciate that. He wasn't sure that he'd be doing much of anything, and really had to hand it to Dean for not crying or passing out.
Aidan got his friend to the house and even up the stairs to the room that Dean had taken over. It was Josh's old room, which was alright with Aidan. He didn't know how he would have felt if it had been Sally's. Mostly due to all the girly stuff in it.
He made sure that there was a bucket, just in case, and left a full bottle of whiskey and another of wine that were downstairs. He knew that the wine was used in some of Josh's more complex recipes, but it should be good enough to do whatever numbing Dean wanted.
Aidan retreated to his own bedroom to pass out, thinking about their meeting with a goddess.