You and Dean were arguing after a hunt. You had killed with cold blood, and had let a victim die by a monster before killing it. Dean didn’t see you the same after that. He couldn’t help but ask the questions he was dreading the worse..

“Do you enjoy killing?” He asked you, looking at you with disgust and irritation “Maybe I’ll kill you.” You answered, a bit startled by the question but still trying to stand your ground.

“What like you did your mother?”