He does love you. You’re the best thing to happen in his pathetic life. But he yearns for the taste of chaos and apathy he had before you showed up. Before you started fixing him. He missed toying with the Winchester boys, dismissing his demons, killing anyone that annoyed him just because. So he started back at it, hoping you wouldn’t find out. Well you did, and now you’re having a fight in his quarters and he’s tired. “You’re too sweet for me, darling.” He says, sipping on his whiskey.