The Mark of Cain that Dean was now bearing changed him. He grew more aggressive, and overall, it seemed like every dark part of his soul that he used to try and keep as neatly hidden as possible was now coming out onto the surface.

You tried your best to help him, but how were you supposed to do it when he didn’t want your help in the first place? It was hard, but you stayed by his side anyway. However, it seemed as if he took it as his personal mission to try and push you away. Some of his actions did hurt, but you tried not to dwell on them too much since it was mostly the mark talking. Or at least that’s what you choose to believe in.

You sighed, your cheek resting on your hand as you looked at Dean. You decided to go to the bar to wind off since the hunt you were on seemed to be stuck in place, and Sam stayed in the motel room, trying to find some clues that would be helpful. So you were pretty much on your own. Why? Dean once again felt the urge to show you that he’s just a horrible person and you should break up with him.

He told you that he was going to the bathroom. In reality? He was talking to some blonde girl, sitting a few stools away from you, and glancing at you from time to time to check if you were paying attention to him, flirting with another woman.

At this point, you were numb to those things. You focused on your drink, mindlessly stirring it with a little umbrella. And soon, your peace was interrupted as a guy sat next to you. It didn’t take long for you to get uncomfortable — he was drunk, and the things he was saying were nothing but disgusting. You wanted to get away, but that’s when the man grabbed your arm roughly, dragging you back down on the stool.

Dean saw that, and it was enough to make him stand up in an instant and make his way back to you. He grabbed the dude’s shoulder and yanked him away from you, his eyes full of nothing but a murderous glint.

“Touch her again, and you’re gonna loose your fuckin’ teeth, buddy,” he growled and pushed him.