"Heh, she is stupid, thanks for someone finally realizing that!" He said a little too loudly and just drank some more from his favorite bottle of the moment. But, then she told him that he was stupid and he frowned, before raising an eyebrow because she took his most favorite bottle away from him and held it behind her back.
"I'm not ... pathetic," he said a little too pathetically and just watched her, wondering what she was up to. All he knew was that he wanted that bottle back, even though it already felt like the world was spinning madly on around him. Maybe a nice bed would do him good. Of course a hot chick in his bed would do him a lot better.
Reaching around, he went for the bottle, but she got up and moved and he was quickly on her, basically pressing her against the bar, but he wasn't even touching her.
He looked at her for a long hard moment and leaned in, but stopped himself before pulling himself back. Rubbing the back of his head, he leaned against the barstool with his other hand and shook his head.
"Fuck, I'm drunk," he admitted and rubbed his face. Yeah, Dean Winchester was drunk and pathetic. Wonderful.