2004, Cape Girardeau, MO.

He can't believe he trusted you.

You and Dean had been dating for a few years now, and he recently found out you were a concubus. A sex demon.

Sure, concubi were more harmless than other demons, you were still a demon. He was a hunter, he couldn't do this anymore.

You saw the pain in his eyes, his emotional walls coming back up again after he let them down around you. His hands were shaking slightly as he pointed his gun at you.

"Why? Why did you lie?"