Hudson was so earnest it was uncomfortable. When Dean looked at him like that Don Juan always worried he would see too much of him. At the same time there was something bolstering about the steadiness of his gaze; whatever Dean saw when he looked at Don Juan so deeply, he never flinched away.

Maybe he could tell Dean that he was here tonight because he'd been thinking about using again. Maybe he could say that magic or no magic, having Hudson's bed to come back to was the only thing that had prevented him from trying. Hudson would still love him... but he would also think twice before the next time he left the house in the evening, wondering if he ought to stay home in case Don Juan came crawling in, desperate for him. He didn't want Hudson sitting at home every night waiting to be needed.

He didn't say anything. Instead he moved in and wrapped his arms around Hudson in a sudden tight embrace.

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