There was an unpleasant twisting of his insides at the look on her face. At one point it had been an option that he would have to end things with her. Dean was in far too deep with Don Juan to consider anything that would put their relationship at odds, especially now. It would have gutted him though. Thankfully, for now, he was able to find a balance, if she still wanted.

"I am very much not done with you." He assured her, catching the wrist she kept fidgeting with gently, finally closing the gap between them for a soft kiss. There, perhaps, went the casualness he had started this with.

After he leaned back, he motioned for her to have a seat on the sofa while he poured them each a glass. Once he'd handed over the wine and settled in next to her with his whiskey, Dean wondered where to start. "Not that I think you will say anything," Merlin he hoped, he felt like he was about to explain something incredibly deep and personal. The catch was the story wasn't just his and if it got out everything would be ruined. "But this has to stay between us." He pleaded quietly. "And I'll answer any questions you have." Which if she'd read those notes, she must have a a lot. He almost felt bad for the very quick education she was getting, but he reminded himself that the idea had been hers originally, even if he was the one leading the charge.