Hi still didn't know what was going on here, which was the frustrating part he supposed, but he could see Dempsey trying to work through something. Dean thought he could see where it was heading. Maybe? He realized the hope that was creeping up was dangerous, if unavoidable.

Ah fuck. The close quarters was sending a familiar sort of quiet thrill across his skin and Dean licked his lips, trying to be careful of his hands and the whiskey. "Agreed," he managed, tone likely giving away the things he was feeling, against his better judgement. This guarded sort of distance he'd kept for the last half a year was exasperating, considering their history before that. Maybe they wouldn't get back to that after whatever it was that had happened, but maybe he was willing to at least give something a try, he'd decided. "Good idea." He added with a nod and motioned for Dempsey to lead the way.

The cold February air was a pleasant contrast to the heavy air of inside and Dean inhaled deeply, taking an equally deep swig of his whiskey, hoping for a little liquid courage. "What was it you had in mind?" He asked once they were out of earshot of any of the other partygoers. Dean had a dominant personality in many ways, but he was relinquishing the control for once, just to see if it would change anything.