Dean knew it too, that actually getting his hands on whoever it was wouldn't solve the problem. It would be a temporary fix and then he would spiral down from there because then what would he do? This was why he'd picked up the fighting again. It filled the need when he couldn't even figure out what to do.

Exhaling slowly, Dean determined they were never going to agree on this. He could try and explain away every reason why he thought differently until he was blue in the face; Don Juan was always going to place the blame on himself. Leaning in closer, Dean reached out one hand, laying it gently against Don Juan's cheek to ensure he was looking at him. "Let me make this perfectly clear; being under the influence of an addiction does not give anyone the right to take away your agency or to utilize an unfair power dynamic, whatever it was, and you will never change my mind on that." They'd had plenty of go arounds about Dean's strict views on consent and nothing was going to shake that moral in his foundation.