"Sorry, she set my wrist before the potion kicked in." Dean grimaced, knowing he deserved the revenge. Sinking back onto the bed, he leaned back against the headboard. He attempted to relax back against it, but could feel the tension still set in his shoulders and he wasn't sure exactly why. He had a lot of thoughts and feelings bouncing around in his brain, but he wasn't sure how to articulate them to Don Juan right now. Still, they had agreed on better communication.

"I have a question about something I overheard at work today, but we don't have to discuss it if you don't want to." Dean knew they had quite a bit of variables floating around and adding another probably wasn't the greatest of ideas, it was nagging at him. They'd already had a heavy discussion tonight though, so he understood if it needed to wait. He took a deep, pensive sip of his whiskey to stretch out the moment.