"A demon is a human soul, twisted and corrupted by its time in Hell. Father Thompson believed that you could wash that taint away and restore their humanity."

Father Simon explains to Dean, who was listening intently by your side. The last trial for Sam before he could close the gates of Hell was to 'cure' a demon. How the hell were you supposed to do that? Dean sure as hell had no clue.

"So, what, they just stay in whatever schmuck they're possessing and get a ticket upstairs?"

"I wish I knew."

Father Simon replies, shrugging meekly. Dean frowns, his green eyes flitting to you. You could see the hint of insecurity in his gaze, as if comparing himself to a demon. Father Simon notices the tension and excuses himself, leaving you and Dean alone sitting in a pew.

"D'you think-"

Dean starts.

"No."

You interrupt immediately.

"There's nothing demonic about you. You're not damaged; you're perfect."

Dean stays quiet, his fingers slowly tangling with yours.

"But…I woulda been."