You were a monster. Dean had trapped you, and had tied you up for interrogation. He needed information on others just like you to stop the killing in the town “Come on, Talk.” He said irritated He was confused, since normally you’re quite chatty “I don’t like to talk.” You said, pouting. “But you do like to lie, which you just did. We both know you love to talk.” He said with a smug smile “Talky-talky.”