Sometimes Dean had to wonder if Dempsey was willfully ignorant of his choices and their consequences or if the drugs turned him into a less-adorable idiot. "No, I'm heading out." He sighed. He could feign a headache, grab his jacket and floo home. Actually, he had half a mind to floo somewhere else for a little while, just to cool off. He was too frustrated and frankly a little disappointed to have a conversation right now, especially where they could be overheard. It was too risky.