Emily turned to look up at him as he tried to explain things to her. The problem was, he'd already been drinking so much that his voice was already plenty slurred and Emily knew she would have to take everything he said with a grain of salt. Drinking the pain away hardly ever helped anybody with anything.
"Well, she is stupid." Emily said, definitely. If Solvei was sure that Dean was glad about losing the baby, that he'd been the manwhore he definitely could be in her absence, than she was wrong. Emily, in fact, had never seen a sadder kicked puppy than Dean was after Sol had left. She wanted to march over to the bakery and tell Solvei as much but she knew that Dean wouldn't let her. At least, not right now.
"And you are stupid too. Why is it that you think you're immune to heartache just because you're big, bad Dean Winchester? You have a heart just like the rest of us. It can get broken just like the rest of us." She pointed out to him but then he announced that he was done with the conversation and grabbed the bottle.
She huffed out at him as he grabbed the bottle and so she snatched it right out of his hand and held it away from him, behind her back. "Do you really think getting drunk is going to help you be less pathetic?" She asked him.
She was starting to wonder if she should just call Faith and have her come over and deal with Dean. She related to him in a much different way and Emily didn't really feel up to the job tonight. She'd brought him a cupcake but she'd already decided she wasn't getting totally drunk with him, or letting him get away with all of his excuses.