He didn't believe Dean, but he tried not to show it. He didn't know whether Dean expected him to believe that or not, but there was a reason he'd said it; clearly neither of them wanted to talk about it. There wasn't anything to say. Don Juan wished he was the sort of person Dean felt he could be honest with, but clearly he hadn't earned that yet.

"I just woke up," he said, which was at best a half truth, but he suspected Dean would take it in the same vein; something that didn't bear talking about. He took the whiskey glass. "Heard you downstairs, maybe."

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