"If you have to question me, you don't understand." Dean countered. He still hadn't moved, was centered in the moment now, more than he'd been before. He'd been thinking too emotionally earlier and that got them into trouble. It wasn't often that Dean let his emotions get the better of him, longer still since somebody had actually made him feel anything fervently enough to get that far in the first place.

Their history was colored with flirtatious, playful interactions, that mutual satisfaction that came with the comfort of being friends after a while. It had been easy and fun, but Dean wasn't always like that. Dempsey hadn't seen that side of him yet, the domineering, bruising version that had briefly surfaced a few minutes ago. There was a time and a place obviously, but Dempsey had also always willingly followed his lead without much fuss, unlike now where he was being purposefully willful and obstinate.