Dean should have known better. Dempsey was too high to take this seriously; had missed the point entirely. It wasn't a surprise, but it was frustrating. Maybe he was frustrated with himself for trying anyway, despite knowing it wouldn't go well. He was losing his nerve to keep going so all he managed was a, "Yeah, sorry." He hadn't know what else to do at the moment and looking back, he'd been more anxious about the whole thing that he'd recognized in the moment. Between Dempsey's listless form and the surroundings themselves, Dean had been almost out of his depth. There had been no way they would have both gone through the floo easily and so it had been the only choice really.

Curled up in bed together now, it felt like a bad dream, even though it hadn't happened that long ago, and the drowsiness Dean had been feeling a moment ago had worn off as he stared into the darkness around them. It didn't seem worth it to keep the conversation going, so he sighed and rolled over to his side, away from Dempsey, hoping that he would just fall asleep and Dean could work through his thoughts some more.