Dean had long suffered from the Mark of Cain, it had changed him, but now that he was free of it, the suffering didn't stop. He felt horrible for what he'd done when he was a demon but he never talked about it with anyone. Although it seemed so redicioulous to pretend everything was the same.

It shouldn't bother him so much, he hadn't been himself, right?.. Dean scoffed and shook his head ever so slightly as he stared into the golden depths of his shot glass before finally downing it.