He didn't want to be touched and it showed. Pulling away, he ran his hands over his face and did nothing to hide the dark expression that had overtaken his features. "You think that Dean dying is my trigger?" He snapped angrily. "Because if that's the cost of -- oh." His face fell a little. "I was angry. Really angry."
She was in his head again. Or at least her voice was. He shrugged and looked away, his attention entirely on the rock now. He was obviously trying to avoid discussing what she had seen with her. "So I have to be angry to use my ability." It wasn't a question. More like a statement.