[ He's still pricked with the desire to back off. To let her leave so she'll be safe from his shit destiny and everything that goes with it. ... But she doesn't deserve that; she isn't some girl from a local town that they're breezing through on a hunt. Whatever he says or does, he'll see her every day. They've been friends and confidants for years now and he owes her the truth, owes her a chance at the very, very least.

She could leave, he realizes, at any moment. Like everyone else. It's this that finally gets him talking, which he does slowly and very carefully. ]

I've had shadows hanging over my head since I was a baby. Demons killed my mom then because of me; when I stopped hunting to try and go to college, they did the same thing to my girlfriend. I don't think I could have stopped either one, but because of something crappy like bloodlines, people close to me died.

[ And it's happened more than that, as he's said. ]

Our life is... a lot. I mean, you know what Dean and I're like. It's bloody and thankless and there aren't any perks. You save lives, which... is why we do it, obviously, but it can make you afraid, really afraid. Withdrawn.

[ His relationship with his brother isn't exactly the standard sibling stuff, though not without reason. ]

I respect you to make your own decision. Wonderland is different, but some of our old enemies are here. Have been here before and could come back. They could use you, still might, considering.

[ How close they are. He looks tired, sad, wants more than anything to draw her into his arms and hold her close. ]

I can tell you anything. Whatever you want, about what's happened. If you decide then that you want to be with me -

[ His expression says "then I won't fight it." It says "I'd love that, because I love you, but I just want you safe." It says a lot. ]