"Oh." Dean had listened to her, watched her, even felt for her. He was the rebound guy, which actually was something of a first for him. He had been the fling, the other guy who didn't know he was the other guy; he'd been the one night stand, the last hooray. But, he'd never been anywhere long enough to be a rebound. "Okay."
He finally lifted the coffee to his lips and took a sip, thinking. She'd put it all out there, and he supposed he could have left it there. He was very much in favor of just leaving it there, but there was a hint of guilt, as if he owed her something. She'd just admitted that she was using him for sex after all.
"So, was it a good distraction?" He smirked for a moment before taking another sip and setting the cup down. "Did it help?"