At the kiss, Dean had started to move toward the door, pulling Don Juan with him. He grinned in between, dipping his head to run his lips along any bit of exposed skin he could find. This weekend and the one after would be just what they needed. Dean could figure out a way to explain Don Juan's presence, maybe even introduce him to Mae and her husband at the very least. It wouldn't be uncommon for him to run into somebody he knew. Don Juan would be on his own for the wedding itself, but the times around it, Dean could show him some of his favorite spots. Places that didn't matter if they were seen together; establishments that catered to people like them. Or they could spend the rest of the free time just like this.

"Let's start with upstairs." He mumbled, tugging Don Juan along, feeling much lighter and in a better mood than he had in a week or longer.