This was the sort of thing Dean would normally enjoy. Normally. When Don Juan hadn't signed up to try and race hippogriffs and simultaneously give him a heart attack. There was no chance to try and talk him out of it, as Dean had only been hovering in the Dempsey family's periphery today, keeping an eye out for Hanna or anyone else who could possibly distract him from what was likely going to be a disaster and the need to fabricate an excuse to go to the hospital.

It wasn't going well. Even nursing a deep pour of whiskey wasn't keeping him from constantly keeping an eye out for what was coming next.

Thankfully, all of the worry radiating off of him was at least short-lived. Don Juan had somehow managed to seriously offend his hippogriff (to no surprise on Dean's part) and he was unceremoniously booted from completing the competition, much to Dean's relief. It wasn't quite fair, but he'd had enough heart palpitations over the course of his relationship with Don Juan, this one seemed highly unnecessary.

It took a few minutes after the end of Don Juan's attempt, to get him alone, but Dean sidled up next to him eventually, still working on the same glass of whiskey, though not quite as frantically. "I see not everyone will tolerate your particular brand of disrespect." He teased, a grin on his lips to make it obvious.