Dean knew that. Despite his better judgement, he'd kept tabs on Don Juan over the years, just to make sure he'd hadn't gotten into too much trouble. Of course the big shit had hit the news and Dean wondered just what exactly Dempsey had been thinking, but he'd known it then, as he knew it now, forward thinking had never been one of Dempsey's strong suits. Dean thought that at least personally, he'd gotten better at predicting the rise and fall, but he hadn't know what to do about it, if anything. Don Juan wasn't much different than the character from the story he'd been named for, but that hadn't changed how Dean felt, not even in the years since.

"I never wanted you to." Dean had fallen in love with the impulsive, impractical, passionate idiot Don Juan had always been. The drugs changed that about him. That's who he'd wanted to change, to disappear. "I just wanted you to quit something that will get you killed." Dean had just wanted to be enough for that to mean something.