There was something deeply satisfying abut knowing you were good in your job. It was even better when you enjoyed said job, when it gave you the knowledge that you did something important, that you helped people. Of course no vocation was perfect, as much as she wished it. Tessa's break from perfection went by the name of Dean Winchester and had the tendency to die more often then was normal for a human. She considered if it was even necessary to go to him, he would most likely find a way out of it again.
It wouldn't stick anyway.