Dean was tortured by his own mind, could it really be true? He was phasing fast down the street, his mind trying to handle with the bomb that Mikael had dropped on him.
Katherine, a vampire? He felt sorrow and pure anger burning in him, he just couldn’t believe it. He had let his guards down around her, tell her so much and worst, he had allowed himself to feel something for her.

Air felt thick in his throat, he wasn’t looking ahead while he almost ran the dark streets of Chicago. Rain hit his jacket with a loud sound, even the weather fit perfectly with his darkened and almost panic alike mood.
Mikael had told Dean to kill Katherine, to use her guards she had obviously let down around him. But could he, he kept asking that from himself over and over again. He ran his hand against the hollow spot on his back, feeling the wooden stake still in place a little bit beneath his belt. He was armed with vervain, even in his very own blood system and that wooden stake.

He knew exactly where he was headed, at Katherine’s apartment, or where Dean knew she stayed at while she was in town. He was nervous till no end, his emotions were storming in his conflict. He knew exactly how much he hated vampires, and he despised them more than anything else.
But Katherine… Dean couldn’t see the monster in her. He didn’t want to see the monster in her, yet it made perfectly sense, what Mikael had told him. He just didn’t want to believe it. Not with the way he felt about her.

Dean slipped inside to the building where Katherine had her place. He felt cold and numb, the rain certainly made him feel like even more cold and numb that he already was. He took stairways up with quick steps all the way up to the third floor of the building.
He didn’t to stop catch his breath till he was behind her doorway. He knocked hard on the door, and waited, waited the time that felt like an eternity for him. An eternity he never wished to end, because he wasn’t sure if he was ready to face what would come after…