Good God, this is not something he wants to talk about. He sighs and turns away before he rolls his eyes at her. It's hard for him to talk about this because he's so... He's sitting next to a vampire who attacked someone earlier, and the most he wants to do is turn her beer into some gross kind of blood, not enough to kill her, just to make her sick. There are people going nuts everywhere, and Dean's... freaking feeding off it.

And it's not easy to think about his life, his real life, his real self, when he's like this because he knows his real self is going to punch him in the fucking face.

"Sometimes." He shoots her a tight, unamused smile, and then looks back out over the water. "I'm not going to kill anyone now, if you're worried about it."