Dean fought with the black-eyed demon. Dean's eyes were glowing with rage as they were hurting his little brother, Sam. His blade, Actaeonis*, slid through the demon's chest and the blade is covered in black goo. He goes into a rampage, slicing and dicing every demon that is in his sight.
"Are you alright Sammy," Dean helps sam off the ground.
Sam brushes off his shirt and winces as he held his dislocated shoulder, "It'll take a few minutes to heal my shoulder, but other than that I am peachy, just peachy."
Dean nods, "Let's just take you to Pam, she'll make the process faster."
*a hunter in Latin-American
