[Dean wants to know his deal. He probably should have expected that. Wouldn't he want to know if their situations were reversed? He lets out a breath, looking down for a moment and suddenly feeling both more tired and wary than he was seconds before. He licks his lips, reaches out and pours himself another drink.

It shouldn't be a big deal, really. Dean knows about the kinds of things that are out there. He takes a sip of the Jack Daniels and his fingers curl around the glass tightly.]

I was possessed back home. [His gaze flickers back up to Dean's face almost reluctantly.] By something called a Nogitsune. It fed off pain and chaos and strife. [He shifts in his seat because it's still not something he's comfortable talking about, but he supposes it's only fair if he ever expects Dean to open up to him about anything.] I killed people. A lot of them. And I got a lot of other people hurt and killed even when it was separated from me.

I came to fix it. To set things right.