Bringing up the fact that this was their night to celebrate almost brought everything rushing back, but Dean pushed it all back down as best he could. He wanted to be over it for tonight. He could perseverate about that another time. "Yeah," he sighed again. "I'd like that." What the night was going to look like now, was a bit of a mystery, but he would rather have Dempsey's company than sit her and stew in his own frustration.

Dean closed the gap between them slowly, gathering Dempsey into his arms to plant a slow burn of a kiss on his lips. He needed an outlet for the energy he still couldn't place and while he couldn't break the rules right now, whatever it was Dempsey had smoked had to wear off sometime, right?