Dean just grinned, still amused that she totally fucked Faith Lehane. Wow. He could see Faith digging on the chicks, but Emily? He learned something new everyday. She got up and made herself a drink before sitting next to him and he just looked over at her before wrapping his arm around her.
If there was anything that Dean needed, he knew that he could count on Emily. That's just who she was. She was the nice one, but she could bark as loud as anyone else. They'd spent alot of time together in hell and went through a lot of shit, but now they were here. He remembered the drive to Las Vegas when he was surprised when she told him that she loved him, but he understood it. He felt the same way.
"You know I love you right?" He said quietly and rubbed her arm a little while he looked at the tv that was now muted and showing some movie on tv. Before he was watching Happy Gilmore, but the movie was long over with.
"And I love you a little more knowing that you like the ladies," he said smoothly with a grin on his face. Instead of grabbing the shotglass, he grabbed the bottle.
"I'm gonna be so bombed," he dreaded and lifted his foot, pushing the coffee table away a little so he could recline against the couch. Probably would be easier to just get on the couch, but that would involve getting up.