Henry sighed, his hands rising to run roughly through his hair. He rose from the wall, his fingers interlacing at the back of his head as he turned and leaned against the wall again, his elbows propping him up and his arms hiding his face. He couldn't do this anymore, couldn't keep lying. Besides, Dean was pretty much hitting the nail on the head already, what harm was there in confirming his suspicions? "...I was hoping she would kill me, Dean." His voice was soft, but extremely intense, like a sharp whisper. "I knew I didn't have the bag and I wanted her to kill me." He sighed heavily, his whole body shuddering for a moment. "I'm just so goddamn tired..."