Before you know it, your blade is in your hands and you stuck it into Dean's body. Underneath the shoulder, on his chest, but not quite centered. His eyes widen at the obvious pain, but apart from a grunt, there's not much sign of you having stabbed him --- and the blade still on his flesh, of course.

"You missed my heart." Dean says calmly, looking up to you. His gaze is so complicated to understand now, just as your behavior. "You got me good, I knew you would. But you missed my heart."