NOTES: THIS IS TO TESSA WHO DESERVED BETTER, SO I’M GONNA ATTEMPT TO GIVE HER BETTER.
“Dean.” Tessa mutters firmly under her breath as she is dumped onto a chair. Her chains rattle against the table.
Dean shuts the door. “I’m asking the questions.” he says curtly.
“Listen to me.” Tessa grits out–“Tessa, I swear to god–”
She breathes in sharply and forcefully bangs her hands onto the table. She feels the blood buzz beneath her aching palms, it hurts, but it does the trick. Dean stops, a foot unconsciously stepping back, brows raised in surprise.
“Do you have your head on straight now, Winchester?” Tessa asks silently, eyes burning, “Will you listen?”
Dean presses his lips together. “Fine. Let’s say I trust you. Let’s say I trust you like I trusted you before.”
“Tell me.” he says, sitting himself down onto the chair opposite her’s, “Why are you so eager to blow yourself up?”
“For Castiel.” she says firmly.
“For Castiel,” Tessa hisses , “Is the default reply.”
Dean blinks. “Default what?”