Maybe she was right. Solvei expected too much out of Dean and he just couldn't give it to her. He was pretty much like, they tried, it didn't work, move on. That's what he felt like right now. It wouldn't take anything away from her in the fact that he didn't care about her because he always would. If she ever needed him, he'd be there, but he couldn't be there for her anymore. The time had passed and he was moving on. Besides, she was happy with Kyle or whatever.
"Dude, I haven't changed," he pointed out. "It's still me. The day you dragged my ass outta hell," he clarified, before shrugging, "Well, not the same as that, but you get my drift," he told her and finished picking up his apartment that became Faith's stomping ground.
Rolling his eyes, he walked over and grabbed the last muffin. "Nah, he's not. He's just different, he didn't go through the shit that we went through." We meaning him and his Sam and even after hell with all of them. "Guess he has this pretty sweet life, why would he wanna give that up?" In truth, Dean was a little jealous of the good life they seemed to have going on. Especially jealous of his ... other self considering it seemed he had everything just paved to goodness. Yeah, not me, he thought and sighed.
He doubted anything would ever get that good. Not ever again anyway.