She didn't need to finish the sentence. His family. She'd threatened the demon's family.
"They're people," he spoke roughly, feeling faintly sick. "Many of the demons here are people, with jobs and lives and families. Did Sam even stop to care if the beings he tortured to death even deserved it?" Of course he hadn't.
"It was the blood that did this, twisted him into something evil, you know it. Just admit it to yourself if not to me."
Still he looked at her like a stranger, because that's practically what she was now. He'd believed in her, passionately, to the point of defying God for her, only for her to turn around and do this.
"How would you have me look at you? Treat you?" Anger clouded his eyes again. "You tell me what you deserve after what you've done."