"How is it fair?" Dean paused, trying to come up with something to express the feeling of fear he had clawing at his insides, fear that she'd let herself go to a point where she couldn't come back, or where it took a long time to come back.
"How is it fair? It's fair because the more time you put off making him hurt, the longer you stay with us, the more chance you have of healing out of this thing eventually. It's fair because you got close to us and made us all love you, and if you go out and play bloodthirsty vigilante now where you can't come back, you will want to be here with us even less. It's fair because I say so."