you were not supportive of the idea of dean taking on the mark to kill abaddon, even if it is the only option.

but, like hell were you going to let him go alone with crowley to meet cain.

and meeting cain means having to hear his story.

about all of the darkness he felt and the blood he shed, after becoming a knight of hell to save his brother’s soul.

“then, you met her, didn’t you?” you ask suddenly, as if you already know the rest. “the one that made you want to be better?”

all eyes turn to you, except for cain himself as his eyes fall on a picture frame in the room, of a woman, the frame itself having the name colette labeled on it.

“colette.” cain murmurs, his eyes not falling away from that picture.

“she knew who i was. what i was,” he says, his words striking something in you — only because it’s the same exact way that you feel about dean. “she loved me unconditionally.”

“she forgave me.” cain continues, and your eyes find dean’s, feelings shared between you — ones that you’ve both tried to bury.

this moment between you and dean makes crowley roll his eyes at this — he really doesn’t understand humans sometimes and how pathetic they can be when it comes to love.

“she only asked for one thing.” cain says, before cutting himself off as he pulls his eyes away from the picture of his lost love and turns to face the rest of you.

but, you already know what it was.

“to stop — she wanted you to stop killing.” you whisper, more to yourself than anything else, not able to pull your eyes away from dean’s.