"Yes, but you kill to protect others. I don't think that would warrant you a monster." But she could understand the side he was coming from. If you thought too much about what you were doing, who you were killing, you began to think of the people it impacted behind the scenes, the faces you wouldn't see as they received the news their loved ones would not be home.
"Is that so?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she watched him picture her in it, a small smile on her face as she rolled with him. It began to dwindle when he gave the same advice Leon had given, something she knew the two of them to be correct in. "I hope it never happens again," she grumbled, pouting a bit as she drew circles on Dean's chest with her fingernail. "But I guess you're right. I can only wallow for so long." She sighed, looking at Dean and tilting her head to the side. "Do you think you've died so many times because you're lucky or cursed?" She could see it either way...even though he had died so many times, at least he was still here.