Dean had been mid-sip when Dempsey came out with it and it left Dean sputtering onto the forest floor. "Jesus fuck." He muttered after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Turning to face Dempsey fully, Dean slid over and settled in front of his knees. "Are you alright?" That would certainly be enough for Dempsey to pull this, to pull Dean out of his house, halfway around the isles to the middle of nowhere. Losing somebody you loved, either now or before, had to be hard. "I'm sorry." He added belatedly.