“You do what?” The words are spoken with disbelief and anger and Dean wishes he could take the truth back.
“I hunt spirits, demons, anything that you never really thought could be out there, but is. I guess you could call it my family’s business.” His eyes lock onto hers, begging for a chance, but it’s no use.
She picks up his bag and throws it at him in a rage. “If you don’t want to be with me then just get the hell out, don’t lie to me!”
His walls become insurmountable as normal disappears in the rearview mirror.