"Why can't you just drop it?" Blaise yelled across the room.
"Blaise, I just want to meet her."
"You don't need to meet her. She's a vile woman. No one likes her. She's had 9 husbands. She never was a mother to me; she doesn't know how to love…or even how to like." The look on Blaise's face made Dean feel a pang of hurt in his own heart. Dean had a great relationship with his own mother; he just wished that Blaise could experience the same.
"There's good in everyone, you've just gotta find it."
"Why are you so nice? NOT everyone is good! Damn, you're so naïve!" Blaise threw up his hands in exasperation. Dean was taken aback. Blaise often got heated, but he had never gone below the belt like that. Blaise felt horrible and wish he could put the words back in his mouth as soon as he said it.
"Naïve? I really don't think that's fair. All I wanted was to meet the person that brought you into this world. I figured I ought to thank her for giving you to me. I didn't think you'd be such an arse about this."
"…Look. I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. Damn you and your cuteness."
"So, you should let her know we're coming."
"Dean, you know I haven't spoken to her in at least a decade."
"Well maybe now we can all get together and see where this goes?"
"Thank you."
"For what?" Dean walked closer to his lover and brought him into a loving embrace.
"Encouraging me to do this. You're right, it'll probably do me some good."
"That's what I'm here for."