Dean had been glad of he pressure and the time required to be on the team, really, since it had distracted him from other worries and issues. And he did just love to play. There were better fliers and players out there, but he did his bet and enjoyed it. he was just glad it'd never been a real problem between him and Seamus when he flew for the House and Seamus didn't.
Of course, that didn't mean Dean didn't rub it in his face now and then. Particularly when he was ducking questions, Dean was pretty sure.
"Hey!" The stealth of Seamus' hiding them behind a try was likely ruined by the fact that Dean yelled in surprise. Luckily, no one seemed to be nearby, and he blinked at Seamus, starting to ask what the hell he was doing when Seamus started to babble.
He frowned. "No. . ." The biggest secrets he had were the D.A., and Daphne - both of which his mates, or Seamus at least, knew about. He cocked his head. "It's that important, that you can't tell me? Really?" He was a little hurt, and curious as hell. But he trusted Seamus, so if he said that. . . well, it had to be something that mattered.