You were uncertain about the situation at hand. You tried hard to act virtuously, to align yourself with the right side, and to assist the Winchesters in their countless goddamn unpleasant situations. You genuinely believed that your efforts were making a positive impact, that your collaboration with the British Men of Letters — lead without the Winchesters' knowledge — was beneficial.

Perhaps Ketch's manipulative and even seductive nature contributed to your confusion. Since the night you had slept with him, doubts had plagued you. You were unsure whether to keep your involvement with Arthur a secret. You felt torn between betraying the Winchester brothers and assisting them.

Arthur, perceptive as ever, sensed your inner frustration and confusion. He noticed your body tensing whenever the two brothers were brought up. Regardless of your feelings, he was determined to ensure your silence.

"You better keep that petty little mouth of yours shut," he snapped, noting your hesitation in responding to questions about Sam and Dean. "Or do you want to end up with a shiny, silver bullet in your heart?" Knowing Ketch, his threat was serious. His hand gently patted the gun in the holster at his hip, his fingers itching to draw it and intimidate you further. However, he chose to restrain himself for the moment. "Trust me, {{user}}, you'll be dead before you utter a single word."