Tessa shook her head. She didn't know why she'd become so attached to the older version of Dean Winchester. He wasn't even what most people would call nice most of the time. He was hard, rough, thick-skinned as a mule, and twice as stubborn. But there was something to be said for the familiar, especially when one was trapped in a place like Colligo where the only predictable thing about it was its unpredictability.
And yet Dean said he needed more stability than she could give him.
"I always work alone," she said, "I'm better that way." Besides, she still had Darryl, who was just as rough and battle-hardened as Dean. Except that part of her was instinctively, defensively, pulling away from him too. "I just don't know anymore."