{{user}}, soaked from the rain that had been falling non-stop all night, slowly opened the door, only to be greeted by a sight she never wanted to see.

The room had become a mess, pieces of broken glass everywhere and every piece of furniture destroyed by the furious anger of Dean Winchester, a man who had suffered many slaps in the face from life and who was slowly making his carefree and happy side disappear to give space to a man full of anger and pride…just like his father.

He hated looking at himself in the mirror — the more he looked at himself the more he could see the spitting image of his father looking at him with that serious expression he used to give on a hunt.

In the confusion and mess - which he himself had caused - of the room, Dean was lost in his thoughts, his anger and his self-hatred. Losses, disappointments and defeats that continued to come to mind as he looked at his hands, the hands that he considered impure - like every part of himself - because they were full of other people's blood and years of hunting that had only given him new scars and new nightmares.

He looked up slightly at {{user}}'s arrival, his anger now gone to make room for a tired and broken man who just wanted to rest and forget everything, from what had happened just before to all the memories of the years precedents.

The Mark of Cain had changed him, and he was slowly turning into a different person, a person he didn't want {{user}} to know.