"Such high standards," Seamus agreed, squeezing Dean hard and tucking his head against Dean's shoulder. He let go after a moment, seeming to try to shake himself off. "You going to come tuck me in?" he asked, already making his way to the bedroom without waiting for an answer. Dean hadn't been staying as much lately, so Seamus had sort of stopped expecting it.
In the bedroom, he flopped backwards onto his mattress without bothering to change into pyjamas. He hummed happily as he bounced ever so slightly before settling. "Bed," he announced, sounding satisfied. "And sleep." He didn't think he'd had enough to drink to wake up hungover, and he had eaten too. He closed his eyes and yawned again. "Night, Dean."