[Maybe it isn't fair, maybe it's Dean's fault for knowingly setting himself up for it, but there is one big advantage to the life Dean has lead so far: he knows damn well and fine never to expect fair. That's not to say there's not still fear, not still anger sometimes, but he doesn't even hesitate to seize onto what Felix has given him with both hands - figuratively and literally.

It might, he realizes when Felix goes to pull away and some irrational part of him drops a sharp weight directly from his throat to his gut, be more of a problem than he'd anticipated. His first instinct is to tighten his grip and he does, but when his mind catches up to itself and he sternly tells himself that Felix isn't going to disappear the moment Dean isn't crushing him up against his side, he reluctantly let's go. A little. Felix is joking and Dean doesn't know what to do with that for a moment, he still feels a little breathless, like just managing to step away from a deadly drop before his foot goes over the edge. He shakes it off, though, smiles back determinedly.]

Fine. But at least you're acknowledging that there will be a party. [It's easy to tease, normally, but he stalls out there for a moment, fingers cur;ed thoughtlessly, securely, into the fabric of Felix's shirt. He doesn't notice.] I uh. There's not much going on. I can take the day off and we can do... something.

I mean christ, we should DO something.