"You're lying," he all but whispers, his own voice crackly. He wants to turn away and run, but he's scared, because - they always said if he ran, the hunters would get him; this is the less of two evils, isn't it? He looks at the ground and fidgets anxiously with his necklace, small and more confused than he's ever been in his life, because these are all things Dean would never have told him. "You can't mean that."

His heart thumps in his chest and he looks up at Dean. In the end, even if Dean didn't love him back, he couldn't help but hang to his every word. His eyes widen a little and he feels his chest ache. "... There was a demon? Like, like - from the bible? Is that what's wrong with me??"