Re: Dean & Alastair--Killing the bastard
The fact of the matter was, Dean should be grateful, and it killed him. Alastair knew too damned much about what he had done in the pit, and though he had told both Sam and Claire the main parts of what he had done down there, he didn't want his brother and Claire hearing all of the gory details. Alastair, of course, would delight in sharing every grizzly thing Dean had done...so maybe he was right. The thought of Alastair being right about anything made anger, fierce and hot, start to boil up inside of him. Dean pretended to pace away from Alastair, as though looking for a way out, but he grabbed a fallen beam and spun to knock Alastair in the face. He didn't have any plan other than to lash out at the demon, but when Alastair fell and his face landed within inches of the holy water.
With a dark look Dean Winchester hadn't worn since hell, Dean pushed the demon's head quickly into the puddle. His smirk widened when he heard the familiar sizzle of the host body's flesh reacting to the Holy water. He held his head there for a minute, but then an unsettling, very distracting thought came to him. Claire.
If Claire came into the room, if she somehow found a way through the wall, she would react to the holy water too. It would be HER body making the sickening sizzling sound, likely her brain feeling the pain. All of the pleasure he had taken in making Alastair's skin hiss and pop suddenly turned to sickening revulsion and for a moment he was distracted.
Dean should have known better. With Alastair, a moment was more than enough.