Even her admission about the drawer didn't stop him from apologizing again. "I'm sorry, if I'd had any other option or more time, I would have tried to figure something else out." Chasing Don Juan to Ireland had jumped to the forefront of his issues that night and he was just relieved Hanna had decided to at least come back tonight.

Dean didn't even have it in him to be annoyed about the drawer. His first reaction had been Don Juan anyway, who was normally very at ease in his house. It hadn't clicked until later that Hanna might have taken a peek while she was waiting, because his brain was a little bit like scrambled eggs this week. The way she brought it up made him assume she read the notes that were in there. He felt like he should probably be more embarrassed about it, but he honestly wasn't even sure what the feeling was that was occupying his chest.

"It's up to you, I think I owe you an explanation, if you want it." They could talk about it, forget about it and pretend it didn't happen or she could decide she wanted nothing to do with him any more because of it, Dean really didn't know what to expect. He wasn't ashamed of anything. He knew he wasn't normal and by most standards could go to jail for his personal life, but it wasn't like he was out there with anyone who didn't want his company.