God, Dean never had this. And he felt really uneasy. Really irritated for even being this position. Guilty. And still just a bit awkward. He shifted slightly, looking a cross between apologetic and 'kid with the cookie jar hand'. Before sighing. "I was planning on sitting you down tonight and tell you that I was heading out after Christmas. Not the day of. Not when we were arguing a couple of days ago. And not while I was trying to ... " Figure out what present to give her to make things better. No. Could he get away with saying that? Probably best not to try. "I don't know, Buffy. I'm .. sorry. I didn't want you to find out from Ruby. Probably over the board. I wanted to tell you myself. Really I did." Dean sighs again, and shrugs slightly. "I was just trying to do it in the right time."
He watches her, not wanting to risk approaching her until he saw her give a little bit - though if he had to risk it he would - because she was a Slayer. And them women were crazy. For all he knew she had some blunt object hidden with all the sharp ones she had, and was planning on hitting him over the head with it. It was certainly a good thing he was blocking her way to the knives. Right? Dean tried to remember where she kept them.
"I'm being honest here. These .. things. I mean, this is new to me. But I'm not that bad that I'd just hit the road without telling you first. We're probably not leaving until the afternoon anyway. So, see? Plenty of time to process it." Okay. Probably not the thing to say.