He grinned and pulled back, letting the towel drop as he headed into the bedroom. "Not at all.". Dean wasn't stupid, even with all the confusion and distraction caused by his new instincts, he knew something was up. He justed couldn't figure out what it was and right now he was finding the will to even give a shit. He was happier than he'd been in as long as he could remember, so what was the problem?

Dean shook his head at what had become of his bed, sheets still stained with his own blood. They could fix that later. He sighed and climbed into bed, waiting for his sire to join him.