dean was fresh out of hell, only just starting to open up about what he experienced. he was leaned against baby as he spoke.

"i didn't care who they put in front of me. i tortured souls. i tortured souls and i liked it." his voice came out strained, head hanging in shame and self-loathing, tears silently running down his cheeks as he faced away from you. seeing him cry made your heart ache. he was usually too pig-headed to face his emotions; kept them bottled up to focus solely on protecting everybody else.