Stiles had a good but rough night and an even rougher morning. He had gotten stupidly drunk and then he got sick. Lucky for him he had ran into Dean, well Dean saved him from drowning in his own puke or Stiles would like to think he did, and his night had gotten better from there. Dean was in town, less then an hour away, and they hadn't known it for weeks. It sounded like Dean had a good Master so Stiles didn't have to worry about him. Not that he was worried right now, Stiles just wanted his throbbing headache to go away.
Hearing a knock at the door Stiles pulled the blanket up over his head, completely covering himself from light and sound. He was hoping whoever it was would get the hint and leave.