Where would you like me to begin? My mother died when I was an infant. You want to know why? Because she walked in on a demon feeding me his blood. My dad dragged me and my brother all over hell and creation hunting the damn thing. I learned to handle a gun when I was four years old. I slept with a .45 under my pillow. I killed a werewolf when I was 11. My dad finally found the demon that killed my mother, and made a deal with him. Dad went to hell. I died, and Dean made a deal. He went to hell, too. I trusted a demon, and got hooked on the blood. Dean came back and I let Lucifer out of his box. And then I let Lucifer ride me like a one trick pony, the trick was that I stuffed him back in the box. Now I'm back and you want to know something, Jess? I don't give a shit about you, or Dean, or anyone.