Dean shook his head, eyes hard on the ground to prevent himself shouting at her. For all that the Winchesters were willing to toss their souls around like playing cards, it was no kind of way for O-Ren to live.

"It's not about deserving it," he said when he could. "It's a trade - what you want for an eternity of torment in Hell. There's not much that's worth that." He smoothed his fingers over the upset in the dirt she'd made. "What you did wasn't murder."