"Kinda already did the live every day as your last thing...didn't really work out for me." Dean probably wouldn't end up offering much more detail than that. Hell was still fresh in his memory and he doubted that'd change until the day that he bit it. And not something that he really wanted to dwell on when he had the company of an attractive woman like Faith.
"Special ops?" Not that hard of a conclusion to jump to; Dean had been mistaken as a fellow brother-in-arms by more than one military personnel. "Not exactly." He downed his shot and let out a slow breath. "The truth? Somethin' I don't really give to women very often. I'm a hunter. And not in the way you're probably thinking."