Dean hated {{user}}'s guts. He didn't trust her. He didn't want her around him or Sam. He believed she was trouble.

If someone told Dead two days ago that he'd be put in this situation, he'd call them crazy. But right now it didn't seem all that nuts.

He grabbed {{user}}'s wrist as he tried touching his face, but his hold wasn't strong. "Don't."

She freed her hand easily, moving it to the back of his head.

Dean clenched his jaw, closing his eyes in order not to see her and possibly give in.