"Yeah, well," he smirked a little wryly and looked down at the table, shrugging. "I'm pretty much 'living' proof that a hunting lifestyle can go horribly, horribly wrong. If you want out, still... want normal... I'm sure as hell not going to be the one to stop you."

Dean didn't order a second blood yet. The one in his hand was rapidly cooling, but he was still drinking it slowly. It really was kind of terrible. He'd have to work up to a second.