And I'm sure you'll deny it all in the morning with more raging "YOU WERE GONNA KILL ME I HAD TO KILL YOU FIRST HOLY SHIT I'M A NUTJOB!" horseshit, Ava. Save it. I'm not buying it.
You don't want to trust us, fine. Good fucking luck, then, because in a place like this, you're an idiot not to want a fucking Winchester or twelve on your side.