"Thanks..." Dean got up and moved a little stiffly to the chair to start pulling on his clothes. Dean smelled the smoke from Nathaniel's cigarette and thought wistfully of a beer, whiskey, anything to dull the edge of the shame that was trying to strangle him.

Jeans first, then he pulled on his shirt very carefully. He sat down in the chair with a soft sound he couldn't entirely stifle and pulled on his socks and boots.

"I'm not, um... I usually don't just go throwing myself at the feet of every guy who comes along." Dean murmured, intently focused on his boots while he laced them up. "I know that was a pretty loud first impression to make, but... I'm really not as pathetic as I made myself out to be."

Mostly.

He shrugged. "Just so you know."