Dean's free hand flexed beside him as he tried not to ball it up into a fist. After everything that had happened, could Dempsey really not see where he was coming from? Dean had always made such a big deal out of having clear-headed consent. It was why they'd fought and then had to have hard conversations. Dean thought he had made himself clear.

His first response was flippant, but he knew that wouldn't help, so he sighed and let his shoulders sag. "You are not sober and you know what I think about that, especially on nights like tonight was supposed to be." It seemed so painfully obvious to Dean that he couldn't help the annoyance that leaked into his words, even if he was trying to just state the facts. Dempsey was free to make his own choices, but he had to deal with the consequences. Dean had set boundaries that had repercussions, this was one of them.