"Yeah, yeah. Heard that one before." Dean had, and that still didn't change things. The guy had to know that this was not cool, not even close.
"So you went ahead and let him turn you? You're now some blood sucker, and I don't give a shit if you drink that synthetic. You'll always want the real thing, and when you go for it, you better bet your ass, I'm gonna be the one who ends you." Dean didn't care about the truce; this was a simple fact.
"You were never covered in this so-called truce, but I won't go hunting you. Not yet." He started to turn away then stopped. "Wait, your girl. What about her? Does she know you've taken the blood red pill of long life?"