The half an hour of quiet and an entire heavy pour of whiskey later left Dean feeling at least less frustrated. He could feel the booze in his veins, but was still barely buzzed, the perfect sort of relaxed after everything that had transpired in the last hour. He'd been sitting with his head in his hands for a few minutes trying to work through the myriad of emotions running through his brain, but none of them would stop and settle so he could figure out exactly what it was he was feeling at the moment. Dean pressed the heels of his hands into his temples and tried to unscramble his brain, but it wasn't working.

The voice from the doorway was unexpected and he looked up slowly, steeling himself. If Dean didn't know the reason behind the dishevelment, Dempsey standing in the doorway wearing a pair of his too-big pajamas would have been amusing. Instead, he was sort of disgruntled his quiet brooding had been disrupted. Still, he had a hard time saying no to Dempsey. Every time he had, it had caused problems, and even though he'd felt justified, there was no reason to now, even if he wanted to sit and think some more. He could just as easily do that in bed if it would get Dempsey to sleep off whatever it was he'd taken.

"Yeah, I'm coming." He sighed heavily, and pushed off his desk toward the door.