Dean wasn't totally convinced, but he supposed what Dempsey was saying made sense. Dean hadn't exactly showed him how to do it right that night on his birthday when everything had gone sideways. A conversation just like this needed to be had; limits, hard and soft, curiosities to indulge, or fears to soothe. The problem was that Dean felt like he fucked up so badly the first time he might still not be able to follow through correctly.

He owed it to Dempsey to try, if it was really what he wanted, however. Dean had never engaged in a scene with someone he cared about and he would be lying if he said he wasn't curious. There would be added layers to it that he'd never experienced, too. "I want you to be really sure, and we need to have a real conversation beforehand." Dean sipped more slowly at his coffee, watching Dempsey carefully. "I mean it. No bullshit. Ask questions, tell me what you do and don't want." Dean had to know and understand the limits to make it work. "I skipped that part last time, I was too worked up, it won't happen again." He meant it. Dean would not make that mistake again.

His tone was serious, but he softened a little, realizing that was that dominant part of him creeping up at just the start of the conversation. He purposefully relaxed his shoulders and passed Dempsey a lopsided sort of smile, but tired around the edges. "I'll do it if you really want to, but think about it— and what I said about everything else, we can talk about it then." Dean wasn't sure he had it in him tonight. It was going to be a serious conversation and he wanted to be more awake and clear-headed so he knew what to ask and what to confirm.