If Don Juan was going to be petulant there wasn't much Dean could do about it. He wasn't even exactly sure why he'd shown up before the event to begin with, but if it was just to complain, he was sorely out of luck. "Guess I should be doing the flirting tonight then, if I'll need different company." Dean shrugged. He wasn't exactly in the mood to play this game and he wouldn't be bringing anyone else home tonight. He was tired and socializing his way through the evening would just drain him even further. "I'm sure your brother would appreciate it." Honestly, Dean had no idea, but the Dempseys had been good to him when he'd visited, so he wasn't going to actively work against them on something important. Don Juan could do what he wanted; he usually did anyway.