Sighing heavily, Dean dragged both of his hands across his face. "Not if you're going to try and manipulate me into getting what you want." Dean wouldn't be made to feel like he'd done something wrong tonight. Whether Don Juan agreed or not wasn't his problem. Dean had forgiven every time before this, had stuck around, had waited, disappointed and dejected too many times in the past. Tonight he simply wasn't in the mood to do it again.

"I've stuck around every time before this, but you don't see that because you don't show, so I did something different, expecting the same outcome; I'm tired of being let down." That was only part of it, but it felt like the immediate answer that came to mind. Everything was dangerously close to the surface now. They'd avoided this argument for too long, the cauldron was starting to bubble over, but Dean didn't want to clean it up tonight.