Dean had already let go of any reservations that had been lingering in the back of his mind. It was too easy to get lost in Don Juan, too easy to fall back into their old ways. He could feel the heat and the arousal and everything building exactly where it needed to.

And then it was ripped away.

No.

Dean stopped, immediately. That word meant something more.

He set Dempsey down, breathing heavy as he placed both hands on the wall on either side of Dempsey's head. "I'm sorry." Dempsey had told him no once before and he still hadn't left it alone. Merlin he should know better, Don Juan really did make him some special brand of stupid.