Dean Thomas (

Dean choked back a sound that was almost a sob. He was not going to cry; he wouldn't give this...thing masquerading as a woman that satisfaction. But he screamed again when each bone shard flew out of his arm, tearing flesh and soaking his arm, his clothes and the floor in his blood.

He didn't see the box and the green cloud of smoke. He was too busy gasping and trying desperately to fight through the pain. It seemed endless, each piece of bone ripping through muscles and skin and when it was finally blissfully over, Dean collapsed, shaking.

She had come closer though. If he could move...maybe he could do something, anything, to take her down. If she just kept coming closer.

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