Maybe he should have just gone out in the first place. If Don Juan was just showing up now, they would have been around the same time anyway. The shitty part was that he would have much rather stayed in and he thought that much was obvious. "We had plans, I changed mine when you didn't show." He snapped back. Maybe they shouldn't have bothered on a night Dean knew Don Juan had another obligation, but he'd said he wanted to get out early and Dean had believe. Maybe that had been the next mistake in a long line of mistakes.

"I don't think so, I'm tired." Dean wasn't in the mood for this to hang over him. Well, it was going to hang over him, but he would prefer to stew in solitude over it than pretend everything was fine when it clearly wasn't. He thought he'd earn the right to be bitter about this instead of sweeping it under the rug, into the pile that was becoming an obvious problem. "I have to go to Mae's tomorrow," not until the afternoon and not for anything terribly important, but it was a good enough excuse.