Spotting the sleep-mussed brunette, he shoved his beer bottle at the nearest person to him and grabbed Selina by the arm. "Uh-uh, no you don't, you're gonna be here for Sammy's party."
Dean looped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as he watched Sam's face, thoroughly amused by the utter embarrassment.
"You were napping in my room again. My t-shirt looks good on you."