Mary pressed her lips together and nodded in understanding. “Daddy issues. I get it.“ She’d wanted a life outside her father’s house and rules too but it was only after his death that she was really able to escape them. She’d heard the thinly veiled threat at her but stayed calm. He hadn’t actually tried to hurt her yet and she wasn’t exactly defenseless. She was willing to press her luck. “But you haven’t killed me. And I don’t think you really want to.” She paused, a discerning look focused on him. “You remind me of my son. Dean. He tends to think the world shits all over him sometimes too.” 

_{it was far more than just issues with his father. though, trying to explain that was much harder than he realized. not to mention far more complicated. she was right though; he didn’t want to kill her. well, at least not yet. eventually, it would happen, but not now. “well, the world’s shit on me more than most — being not entirely human does that to you.” in his mind, it was truth, but that wasn’t the reality of the situation. “… at least in my case.”}