"Does it matter? Dean that's all that matters. You're out of hell but I can still see it. Every time you wake up from a nightmare, every time you think I'm not looking, I can still see it."
He dragged a hand across his face. "You were in hell. I was alone. What was I supposed to do without you? Pretend everything was fine? It wasn't."
"I can't let this go. Not until she's dead. Until I've pulled her out and made damn sure she can't hurt anyone else."
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"Does it matter? Dean that's all that matters. You're out of hell but I can still see it. Every time you wake up from a nightmare, every time you think I'm not looking, I can still see it."
He dragged a hand across his face. "You were in hell. I was alone. What was I supposed to do without you? Pretend everything was fine? It wasn't."
"I can't let this go. Not until she's dead. Until I've pulled her out and made damn sure she can't hurt anyone else."