"No, Sage, the trained mediwitch said I can't." For fuck's sake. "Do you think I like seeing you like this? Don't you think that if there was an instant in which I could take it all away, I would?" Dean would rather go through the withdrawals himself than watch Don Juan go through this, but there was nothing he could do. "I would go through it for you if I could, but I can't." He hated feeling helpless and foolish and everything else that was welling up inside of him. It was miserable and he wanted it to stop as much as Don Juan did, but Sage said the only thing they could do was wait.