All he wanted to do was hold on for one more moment, but suddenly, that moment was taken away from him. Opening his eyes slowly, he groaned inwardly and couldn't help his fingers from scratching at himself as he glanced over to the person next to him. His whole body flinched while he head pulled back, not believing who was laying beside him. 'What the hell was I drinkin' last night?' he thought and sat up quickly.
"ME!?" He asked just as loud before moving over toward the side of the bed and kicking his legs out, missing his footing and falling on the floor altogether. He shot up instantly and glanced down when he felt a cold draft. Making a face, he reached over and grabbed a sheet quickly and covered himself from Emily.
Dean concentrated on Emily for a second, wondering how they got into this position in the first place, but no amount of alcohol could do this. He was sure of that. That and the fact that looking around the room, he had no clue where he was. He did however, notice the mirrors on the ceiling and he nodded.
"Nice."
The moment didn't last long and his attention was back on Emily.
"No, I think the question is you little freak is: what did you do to me?"