where insanity gathers

He does. Dean, if nothing else, is consistent with their sex life. He's good. He's skilled. He's learned in the art of FDR. But the anger in his gut is so hot it's cold, and he knows one damn spark is all it's going to take to make him explode. So he tries to ignore what Dean knows how to do. And it's hard, but he's nothing if not stubborn. Even if he's licking his lips when Dean pulls away.

"Then say it." He orders.