Dean looked at you disdainfully. The bar around you was devastated and now he was slowly circling you, his eyes practically burning through to your very soul, the muscles in his shoulders flexing. Before he became a demon he'd ordered you not to follow him, to let him go, of who he was before all this but apparently you were unable to do so. "Yer a fool to think I'd come back with ya." Dean chided you mockingly, his voice low and threatening nonetheless. "What were ya thinking?"