Dean hadn't exactly expected to be blocked from the fireplace and if he wanted, he could very easily displace Don Juan and move past him, but that felt like a step too far.

Of course then it was taken a step too far anyway, but not by him. "One time, the one time I put up resistance to you standing me up, again, and you're going to throw that in my face?" Dean had regretted it last time and he didn't want to repeat it this time, but his patience for this was draining slowly and he just needed some fucking time to himself. "I'm the one that's been here, every night, every missed set of plans before this," he was at a rolling boil now, the sense of resignation from a moment ago burned away by that one statement. "So I go out thinking it's happened again, because why wouldn't I? What past precedence do I have that you would only show up late and not at all?" It was always not at all, with some bullshit excuse that Dean accepted as the truth, even though he knew better, he just didn't want to upset the balance.

"Why were you late?" It better be a damn good reason; Dean would know if he was lying, he got lied to often enough.