I don't care, you're right. [ his hand is at the side of her face again, just as it had been in the beginning, but all dean does is let his fingers slide over the smooth of her cheek, caressing. she really is pretty, but at the end of the day, her best bet is being a means towards hurting sam. nothing more, nothing less.

so another beat later, during which dean huffs a quiet laugh, he draws back from her entirely. ]

But it doesn't change the truth. Just think about it the next time he's all nice towards you. It's not you he sees.

[ turns out, demons don't always need to lie to twist the knife. ]