Dean was fucking cold. He picked himself up off the ground, closing his eyes again. He couldn't look at Seamus for a moment, hands covering his eyes for a moment. Seamus was going to be a father. Dean was...well, he didn't know. He didn't bloody know.
Angry as he felt, the sight of Seamus just kneeling there tugged at his heart. He moved to hold out his hand to him. "Up." He let out a sigh. "It's cold out and you're pissed."
He frowned slightly. "You're a right idiot sometimes, you know? You could have said before...about things. Probably wouldn't have ended up where we are now..."