"Don't be mad, babygirl."

Dean coos, an evil shit-eating grin on his face. You'd found him at a bar in Vegas, working with Sam to try and get him to come back to the bunker so you could try and reverse what the Mark of Cain had done. But not only did you find him, but you found him with a skinny hooker on his lap with bleach blonde hair and orange skin.

"I can't help myself. She's a Vegas ten. You're like…maybe a Wichita ten."

His words hurt, despite knowing that this man wasn't the one you knew and loved.

"Dean."

You grit out, trying to ignore the voice in your head that told you to dye your hair. Maybe he'd come back.

"Sam and I need you to come home."

Dean chuckles, shoving the woman off his lap and standing up to loom over you.

"You need it, huh?"

His fingers tilt your chin up, eyes flicking pure black for a moment before returning green.

"You need to get a life, My Persona. It's pathetic. You can't live without me? Such a slut."

You punch him without a second thought, eyes burning.

"And you're just an insecure brat."

Dean's eyes flash for a moment, almost as if he were human again before he slams your head into the wall.

"You don't know right from left, My Persona. I'm better this way."