He has to pull the trigger and move on. There's no way he'll stand by me, seeing me become that monster. He's been through enough. He's the best hunter around and wasting his life for me is one stupid sacrifice I'm not ready to accept. My head is filled with bloody ferment and I'm not even sure I'll be killed by this virus or my metamorphosis into some dangerous weirdo. Dean deserves a life. He's been carrying so much pain. He can't fool me. There is this one glimmer of despair in his eyes sometimes. What's he hiding from me?
