Dean swallowed his argument. So far he hadn't done a very good at getting his point across tonight, so he would let it go for now. Well mostly. "For the record, I think you could do it." Don Juan probably was right though, the uncle would have much better resources and had already been raising the girl for what, ten, eleven years? It was strange to think the girl had been around the entire time that Dean had known Don Juan. Still, leading up to now, there was far too much evidence against Don Juan for there to be a good case.

Feeling conflicted, Dean also felt some of that new tension ebb. Maybe he was finally feeling tired. Everything was out in the open, all of the cards on the table that had him feeling out of sorts and even though he had some thinking to do on his own, he felt marginally better. He shook out his hands, a necessary physical outlet, and moved back toward the bed. He flopped haphazardly back down, rolling onto his back so he was somehow in contact with Don Juan and sighed. "I'll support whatever it is you want." He said finally, thinking that was really the best he could do, given his position on the periphery.