Her words were like a punch to a gut, knocking the wind out of him. Dean's eyes went unfocused and looked away as the full weight of reality of the situation came crashing down. "She went back." It wasn't a question. They both knew the answer. He walked away, feeling grief and anger well up in him. He found his glass of whiskey and downed the rest of it before slamming it back on the counter. A small crack formed in the glass under the pressure. "Twice I've failed her. Twice I couldn't save her." He finally turned to Sharon, defeat in his eyes. "Thanks for coming out here." He didn't know what else to say. The only thing he felt now was guilt.