"I wanna believe you," she stood with her back to the window, everything in hr body just feeling so damn awkward. "God, you don't know how much I wanna believe you. But after everything you've..." she broke off and swallowed hard, her hand shaking slightly as she ran it through her hair.
"I just can't."
The only thing she could trust was that he wasn't on the blood now. That much she knew purely because of the others, John and Dean, Mary and Claire, she knew they'd made him dry out. But the rest of it? The rest of it she had no idea and that hurt more than anything else.
"I keep going over everything in my head," she started after a long pause. "Everything we did, every time we argued, over her. I should have figured it out, it was right in front of me the whole time. The mood swings, the attitude, the secrecy. The time you vanished for a damn week because you were with her. And I keep coming back to the fact that I can't figure out why. Why did you even start this? How did you change from being a guy willing to jump in the Pits for Heather to get rid of the demon blood, to someone having a sleazy affair with a demon for more of it? Was it my fault? Did I do something to drive you to it? Could..." Heather. "someone else have stopped you?"