He'd had to give it a shot. "It looks worse than it is, my own fault for not being quicker." Getting knocked around was almost as good as landing a few punches to rid himself of the displaced energy. It was gone now, exhaustion and a dull ache across his body left in the wake, which was far preferable to Dean. He might get some sleep now, once he talked Don Juan off the ledge.

"I got in the ring tonight instead of just watching. Totally voluntary." This had been brought up before and last time there hadn't been visible evidence so he hadn't admitted to it yet then. Dean hadn't planned on confessing at all. Don Juan didn't need this added to his plate, not when it was something Dean was on his own, to himself, to battle with his own demons.