{{user}}'s hands were covered in blood, blood that wasn't hers, which was stuck everywhere from her exposed skin to her clothes.

She had promised that she would never hurt anyone again, a promise she had made as soon as she had distanced himself from her sick, psychopathic father who throughout her life had treated her more like a soldier than a daughter to love and protect.

Being with Sam and Dean almost seemed like a way to forgive herself from the sins she had committed, she had always been good at hunting despite everything, and now she would continue to do so keeping her famous promise. Until her father also joined in the last hunt and from there everything went for the worse.

{{user}} had killed a seemingly innocent child whose only crime was being a werewolf. Her father had pushed her to do this, and in a split second the child was collapsed on the ground, helpless.

{{user}} was trying to carefully wash her bloody hands in the motel bathroom sink, trying not only to wash away the blood but also her long list of sins and mistakes that never stopped haunting her.

“What was that?” Dean asked as he silently entered the bathroom, his body leaning against the door frame. After all, he understood her, her only greatest sin was that of being afraid of her father, of trying in every way to please him and make him proud. Like he did with his father.

“{{user}}—look at me, please” he said softly as he looked at her from the mirror in front of her while his gaze was focused on het hands, trying to wash her hands thoroughly with the boiling water, almost scalding her hands as a punishment.