"Not tonight," Dean sighed. It was the first time he'd turned somebody down in a while; the first time he'd said no to Dempsey ever. "Maybe in the morning when you sober up and I feel less shitty." He said, no issues with Dempsey staying and sleeping, even if it wasn't something he normally did. Dean had sort of given up on keeping Dempsey in the same category as his other lovers. He didn't keep a pack of favorite cigarettes in a drawer for anybody else; nobody else had an open invitation to show up whenever they wanted; nobody else slept in his bed for multiple nights in a row. It was the longest sort-of-not-really-relationship he'd ever had.

However that didn't mean Dean was going to bend on this. He had morals and he was sticking to them, whether Dempsey liked it or not, whether he agreed or not. Dean could be a rake and still do it right.