He felt it already, that tightness in his chest that had been steadily getting worse all night. Dean didn't know what was worse, Don Juan's quiet resignation or the pitiful way he curled up on the bed. Dean felt that uncomfortable twist again, like he was making a mistake, but he couldn't do this anymore.

"I'll ah, leave you to it." Lingering here wasn't going to work. Maybe he'd put some whiskey in his coffee this morning. It would be a little hypocritical, but Don Juan wouldn't be around to see the spiral, so Dean felt like it was warranted. Maybe he'd even drink a whole bottle and let himself feel the physical hangover in addition to the emotional one he was no doubt about to endure.