"I said I wanted to be a blank canvas," Dean countered as he tugged his shirt back on and did up the buttons again. It was a good reminder to see every day. Someone who mattered, someone who he loved, who had once loved him, someone he just couldn't seem to hold onto.

He watched with a frown as Dempsey seemed to struggle with it and Dean desperately wanted to know what he was thinking. Dean wasn't foolish or selfish enough to think that this had anything much to do with him. It seemed Don Juan was working through everything from that first marriage to now, trying to filter through the pieces and make them fit.

"True or not, it doesn't discount you from being loved." Dean didn't always think he was a very good person either. Clearly it hadn't stopped Dean, or his wife, or the woman whose husband had challenged Don Juan to a duel from falling for him.