"She was a true fighter, you could see it in her eyes. She was not born strong, she was made strong."
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[LATE SEASON 3 - SEASON 4]
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I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL. ONLY MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND PLOT.
A weak grin spread across Alastair's face when he saw Dean enter the room with the cart. He begins to sing and do a little dance within his confined state.
"Heaven, I'm in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. I seem to find the happiness I seek, when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek. . . "
As he sang, Dean stopped the cart adjacent to him. He pulls off the cloth to reveal a variety of torture instruments and a bottle of whiskey.
Immediately, he thought about Nadia. Thanks to her, he hadn't been drinking as heavily the past few months. He clenched his eyes shut, mentally telling himself that he didn't need it.
Alastair laughs, "I'm sorry. This is a very serious, very emotional situation for you. I shouldn't laugh, it's just that—"
Dean approaches him, holding his hands behind his back.
"I mean, are they serious? They sent you to torture me?"
Dean's jaw clenches, his eyes hard and emotionless. "You got one chance. One. Tell me who's killing the angels. I want a name."
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