Dean knows this is entirely wrong. Her voice, her everything-- it says gentle and understanding, rather than the ruthlessly cold demon he knows her to be. And the same change is reflected in him, where he's finding himself not wanting to cut her right open, to gank her right there and now. Instead, he almost wants to talk about this, to open up to her about these things-- knows she can help him.

A hand presses over his face, fighting for his thoughts to stay his, to remain free of the building's influence.

"What the hell do you know about love?" It's snapped, partly at Lilith, the real Lilith, and in part at this woman she's playing.

"Even I know my other outlets ain't that healthy."