There was a shift in the way Dee stood, something roused within. Or maybe someone was sobering up. Aidan was a monster, a well behaved one. Dean knew they existed, but he also knew they could turn if they weren't careful.
"Can't a girl get a break?" The pout again before Dee blinked, realizing what just came out of those pouty lips. Pout and blink were followed by wince. Had he/she/it just referred to him/her/itself as a girl?
"Shit, fuck me." The tone did not suggest invitation. Dee didn't move away from him; it was too comfortable, leaning against him. Their bodies really did fit rather nicely together. Dee smiled up at him and shook her head. "I'm drunk, not even tipsy. Just drunk."
While Dean might not have done the same with Sam or even Aidan, Dee was a little more comfortable with touching Aidan. It was more acceptable, perhaps even more so under the influence. Dean might have hugged Aidan in a good nature way, holding on a little longer than was necessary and resting his head on the other man's shoulder. They might have walked arm in arm, drunk off their asses, but what Dee did next would never have happened with Dean. Her hand lifted to cup his cheek, as her lips pressed to the other cheek. It wasn't exactly sisterly or brotherly, but it wasn't overly forward. It was drunken yet not too sloppy affection.
"You're a good man, Charlie Brown." She didn't step away, just rested her head on Aidan's shoulder. Her arms slid round him, and she seemed set for the moment. "If you were a furnace right now, you'd be awesome."