ᴡᴇ·ʟʟ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴɪғᴇ ʜɪᴍ.

[And this. This is why Abby tends to avoid dealing with adults. Rarely do they get past the fact that she looks like a child but isn't one. Even if they think they can accept it, there's always a part of them that still treats her like she's actually twelve-years-old.

She supposes, in some way, she should probably be grateful. The guy seems to be trying to protect her in some way - or protect the peace in Wonderland, instead, maybe - but she doesn't really appreciate it right now. She's concerned about Lindsey. No one else. Not even herself.

To her credit, though, she manages to keep her temper under control and her tone even as she tries to reason with him some more.]

I know she's dangerous. I know killing her might even be impossible for me. But she's giving someone I care about her blood and it's changing him. I can't convince him to leave her alone and she isn't going to leave him alone willingly. [She shrugs.] What other choice do I have?

[She pauses and raises her chin a notch.]

I'm not afraid to die, Dean. Not if it's for the right reasons.

[And that's not true, not even a little, but she sounds sincere enough.]