Dean rolled his eyes, the movement as effortless as breathing to him even now as drunk as he was. " 'mmmm not drunk." he said, tiredness only now beginning to make him slur his words a little. "So I would win that one. You're lucky you're too drunk to fight me on that one tonight."
He squirmed a little, trying to get more comfortable even though he was still fully clothed in shoes and all, and the end result was that he was a little closer to Jo. That seemed to make all the difference in the world, because a moment later his eyes drifted shut.
"Winning." He muttered, and then he was sound asleep.