He was a freak all on his own, even if Dean hadn't-- wanted this or had walked out on it. He'd wanted it and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't. He should probably feel more guilty about it than he did, more ashamed. "I know, Dean..."

He didn't know what to do either. "I don't either... I wish I did. I guess we just--decide after we go back to the apartment for the rest of our stuff. I don't know."