Now Dean was just leaning toward obstinate. "Go home Dempsey, I'm not having this conversation again." Practically was in fact, not actually, and so Dean was all set for tonight. The most Dean knew about drugs was that he didn't like to use them, whatever anyone else got up to was on them, but it didn't mean he had to suffer through it (again). He didn't know how long it would last, but he'd seen Dempsey high enough times to know it was rarely a short-term thing.

So now the mood was lost and he was grumpy about it, grumpy about being the only one in the room who seemed to understand simple tasks. Merlin this was frustrating. If this was anyone other than Dempsey he would have called it quits a while ago. Nobody got this much leeway from him. For some reason, with Dempsey he was normally patient enough to just get over it, but tonight he was in no mood.