Of course Don Juan couldn't just take no for the answer that it was. That tone went right through him and it had him straightening his back, despite the fatigue in his shoulders. They never just slept, and Dean truly wasn't in the mood. He was a little angry and frustrated and a whole host of other things he'd tried to keep pushed down lately so that he didn't just explode.

"I'm frustrated and humiliated and I don't want to deal with it tonight." He was too drunk and too tired, but too wound up at the same time. He needed some time to sort his head without being bullied into doing whatever it was Don Juan wanted. "And I'd rather simmer in solitude about it." Maybe he'd shoot another glass of whiskey and it would knock him out and really could deal with it tomorrow. He'd have to deal with it sometime, despite their efforts not to.