The warm weight of Shadow on his feet had kept Dean sleeping peacefully, if not especially deeply for some time. The alcohol and exhaustion played their part too. It was still when Shadow moved that he snuffled and stirred though. He sucked in a breath and blinked his eyes open. It took only a second or two to focus on the bright slash of Susan's hair.
"Hey, you. 'Time's it?" he asked, stretching his arms slowly above his head, and wincing at the soreness in his muscles. He groaned slightly. He was still feeling hazy and slow with sleep, and whatever of the alcohol he hadn't managed to process as he was asleep.