"You think I didn't want Alastair to pay? You think there aren't nights when I want everyone from demons to random people who were bad enough to end up in hell to pay for what they did? For what I did? Don't you put me on a pedestal, Claire Bennet."
As the words left Dean's mouth, he changed his mind. That wasn't what it was at all. She was trying to shield him from her brokenness the same way that an adult would try to put on a brave face for a child. She was worried he would see the broken way she was now and somehow slip in his own journey back from the pit.
His face set in a hard line. Well he wasn't going to let her push him back because it was better for him. They loved each other, and they were getting married, and this was part of the fucking territory.
"And don't you try to protect me from this, Claire. I've been there and YOU were the one to help me stop hurting. I will be the one to help you."