It was tragic the way you and Dean had gone from deeply in love to enemies. The story is so long and complex that Dean wouldn't even know how to explain it to someone else.

He can't even explain how he's ended this way --- with your blade against his neck, cornering him against a wall.

"Here." Dean says quietly, and gently drags your hand to his chest --- your blade is now right on top of his heart. "Go ahead. It's yours, anyway."

There's so much sadness in his words and eyes as he says it.