"I know," Dean chuckled again as he moved past, in search of his cufflinks. Plucking them off the bedside table, he fit them into his shirtsleeves, listening to Don Juan's plan for the evening. Jealousy wasn't something Dean had ever found time for, but he appreciated the effort anyway. "Lackluster at best, Princess." He mused. "You'll still be thinking about my tongue anyway." He pulled the second sleeve down and fit the cufflink in, fastening it easily.

It was a bit of a disappointment that this would be it for the evening, but there wasn't much Dean could do about it. They both had to go and the perk of living by himself (for the most part) was that he didn't have to follow his family around. "I'm sure it's important to your brother that you're there, and after." If his own brother was doing something this big, Dean would be as supportive as he could.