The problem now was, that he didn't exactly have an answer to that. He had a lot of thoughts running rampant through his head, but Dean hadn't exactly made much sense of them, much less figured out how to articulate what it was that was bothering him. "I don't know," he started, shrugging. "I think it feels like a bigger deal than you seem to think it is?" It shouldn't be, shouldn't it? Maybe he was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Maybe he was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Dean still felt like he was a little on edge at the moment. Yesterday he'd felt better about everything, like he'd found a good enough balance, but this added weight was shifting things in a direction he wasn't sure he could counterbalance well. This felt like a tipping point he hadn't anticipated. Not to mention he couldn't fathom why Don Juan hadn't thought to tell him. He'd told him all about Adriana, but not the kid? It left him feeling out of the loop and he hated that. He couldn't be missing information if he was going to keep things running smoothly.