A/N: This is an unofficial drabble, something I kicked around to help me fight off that ^%$# writer's block that's been hanging around. Prompt: attitude adjustment.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dean. Damn.

If they were innocent, Dean thinks to himself, they wouldn't be down here in the first place.

I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm not.

The second day he skins this child molester with a set of dull knives. Dean thinks about the dude going after kids, maybe even a kid that looks like Sam did at that age.

Dean uses his knives the way an artist uses a paintbrush.

He could always make himself at home anywhere, even though he hasn't had a real home in years. All it takes is an attitude adjustment, and Dean's adjusted his just fine.