Dean looked at her, "There are no second chances for me, sweetheart. My fate was set at a crossroads a year ago. Heck, might be the last time you see me. So second chances? No. facing demons, yes."
Dean reached out, turning his cup around, remembering a time when his father went to this woman to read tea leaves. He didn't seem to like what she said.
He then looked up at her, "So, has it changed for you?"