Re: Dean & Alastair--Killing the bastard
The things, the awful, horrible things coming out of that bastard's mouth, were distracting too. Of course he wanted Alastair to suffer. He wanted vengeance, to hurt him back for the forty years of his stay in hell, for the hundred years his father had suffered. He even wanted to punish Alastair for the handful of hours that felt like years that Claire and his mother had been in Alastair's hands. But the one thing Dean Winchester did NOT want to do was to become Alastair's protegee. Did he want to prove Alastair right? Even if Alastair died knowing that he was right, would Dean still be the one winning?
Before Dean had the time to focus on the question, or anything, really, he saw a quick flash of something metallic and Alastair had a weapon in his hands. Before Dean could even really react, Alastair acted, jamming the rusted pipe into Dean's stomach with all of his demonic power.
Dean stumbled, and almost fell, but he recovered quickly. Oh this was bad...this was very, very bad. He could feel glass shards and rusted metal inside of him for a short moment before he shoved the whole mess away. "You son of a bitch..." Dean muttered, fumbling in his pockets to try to find the Colt with unsteady hands before he finally grasped the cool metal of it. "You evil son of a bitch, you don't know how wrong you are."