God knows Dean had made that same mistake. Given away too much only to watch everyone that meant a damn to him walk away and leave him alone again.

But this? Benny? He couldn't put his finger on it, but Dean knew that he wouldn't leave.

He can't ask, doesn't know how, so instead Dean drags him back towards the bed once the last of their clothes are kicked free. What he needs is Benny over him, cool solid weight grounding him. Inside of him.