Way too buzzed on both, as a matter of fact. Also, quickly falling asleep. Dean's gone in less than a minute, arm securely over Cas, face pressed into his arm. He sleeps remarkably well, though he wakes up a bit hungover. And sticky. Ugh. Downside to getting laid. It itches.

Carefully, Dean untangles himself from from Cas, only stumbling a little on his way into the bathroom. He basks under the hot water for a little while before emerging, clad only in a towel.

"Good morning, starshine, the Earth says hello." Up and at 'em, Cas.