Dean used to look forward to talking to Cas. Now it's just exhausting. He may have been able to fool himself into thinking they were friends once, but that was a long time ago. He's not that naive anymore, but god, he wishes he was.

As soon as he hangs up, he snaps the phone in half and tosses it in the trash. The general public thinks he's in Wisconsin, so while people may notice some similarities between this random man in Texas and the man they saw on the news that morning, no one is going to suspect him. That's why he can take the first bus out of town without a second thought.

He's not sure where he's going. He's not sure he cares. The cops are going to be on high alert in both Texas and Wisconsin, but everywhere else is fair game. It's not going to be fun, relocating yet again, but what choice does he have? He'd made himself at home in Texas, and hopping from bar to bar to hustle pool and hit on the same bartenders every night was a rush, but it's not worth risking life in prison again.

He's sure he can do the same thing wherever he lands next. He'll need a new identity, of course, but he's pretty good at scoping out shady people, and this time, he's got the money to pay for it. He's also going to have to lay low for a while, at least until his face fades into obscurity again, but he's sure he'll be able to hit up some bars wherever he ends up next.

This is the worst part about being a serial killer. He can't say he regrets killing hundreds of people, because, let's be honest, it was the most thrilling thing he's ever done in his life, but at the same time... he's done with all that now. Why can't he just move on in peace? He did his time -- eight years of it. Now he wants to put that all behind him. Why can't the cops just leave him be?

But he's long since learned that there's no point in dwelling on the past. He can't change any of it. All it does is remind him that he can deal with whatever life throws his way. If he could survive a childhood on the streets with a deadbeat of a father, he can make due recovering from his brief stint as the country's deadliest serial killer.

He just wishes he had a friend by his side. As a kid, he always had his brother's back, and Sam always had his. For a while during his murder spree, and a few years after that, he had Cas. Of course, he's since learned that Cas never liked him, but that doesn't change the fact that, for a few years, it really felt like he did. He was really starting to consider Lee from the bar a friend, too, but even if Dean could stick around, Lee wouldn't want to be anywhere near him once he finds out Dean's the Bloody Valentine killer.

And now he's alone.

That's what it always boils down to in the end.

But that's okay; he'd rather be alone than in prison, and if he has it his way, he's never going back there again.