"Are not," she retorded and upon not getting a response she glanced over at Dean beside her. "Dean?" She poked at him and when he still didn't move sighed heavily. "No, you're not drunk," she muttered mostly to herself.
Deciding that no one should have to sleep with legs hanging off the edge of the bed she got up and managed to pull his legs up onto the bed, stumbling a few times in her own less than sober state, shifting him over so he was at least lying the proper way. She pulled off his shoes, dropping them to the ground in front of the bed and sat back down on the edge of the bed. In her drunken mind it seemed a good idea to lay back down beside Dean, where it had been so warm and felt so nice. She curled herself into his side, letting the alcohol and the warmth lull her into sleep.