Dean's let her push at his jacket, then hastily tugged it off. Her hands were warm and he too though there were entirely too many layers between them. Eager to fix that, he slid his hands under her jacket. There, that was better. He could feel the warm heat of her back through her much thinner shirt, and that alone was comforting.
Dean thought she was more distracting than any alcohol, and likely twice as dangerous, but he couldn't...or likely more accurately wouldn't...stop.