His confusion was evident on his face now. "You don't want to be involved?" The detachment felt a little harsh, even in this situation. Dean knew better than most, what had happened and he supposed that he could understand some level of wariness, but for it to be something that was being left up to Don Juan's mother and the girl's uncle without any input from Don Juan, seemed unrealistic. Dean hadn't thought much about what would have been his decision if presented with the same situation, but given that the poor girl no longer had a mother, surely she ought to have a father? Maybe he was reading too much into it.

Maybe he ought to be relieved that Don Juan was so blasé about the whole thing. It would mean that nothing would change. But Dean also felt like this would be a constant shadow that he was waiting for to creep up on him and throw everything out of whack. "What happens if your mother does take her in?" The questions were leaking out now and he knew he had to reign in the flood before he let a little too much loose. He pushed himself off the bed, pacing to the window, unable to just sit there, trying to find a suitable outlet for the energy.