'Even in a hundred years, huh...?' Dean thought, looking at that ring and remembering what he did. Until that point, he didn't reflect on his actions at all. Actually, it had been a good while since he didn't pay attention his new lifestyle.
'It's been, what? Six months since I left Nemesis? And, even after all this time, I didn't stop to think how many people I killed until now... Anyway, is that a thing to be thinking about right now? If I have a goal, then it doesn't matter the freaking way I will use to get there. The important is the results, at the end of the day.'
Dean sighed, then took another spoon of his plate, which was nearly empty. He seemed to be still hungry so his client ordered another plate of food for him.
