Dean thought his head might explode. His mind reeled as the woman wriggled her hips against him and he gave her a heady smile that made him look a bit drunk. It was very short lived as the stupid red-eyed bastard dug into his shoulder with his chin. He could feel the man behind him growing into a similar state he was in and it so was not funny anymore. Well it never had been but the push pull was going to fry his circuits.
He groaned and coughed again because that was just not the sound he wanted coming out of his throat with an aroused man at his back and a woman causing friction in the front. Dean sucked in his breath again and butted at the red-eyed man with his head not sure if he'd even find his mark. "Dude!" he shouted again.
The other woman was puzzling and he almost didn't notice her in the midst of all of this. He thought she was taking a swing at the cake and he was almost grateful to her. Then again not. But the dude back there. Fuck!