Every passing thought and sensation, which seemed to pop up one after another, were flicked away just as quickly by the aggressive calm Dean had placed himself in. He couldn't afford to be feel anything. Not even when what resembled Lisa blinked out of existence and back, staring at him with a twisted version of her face.
He didn't fully process what had happened next until he was getting up, his mind scrambling once again to reassemble itself. Every emotion bubbled to the surface, each of which just as quickly dissipating into a single one - rage - setting his head into a momentary war with itself. "Bitch, you stay out of those parts of her head, they were closed off for a reason. Those are ours-"
His figure was fully upright again and wielding it's weapon dangerously towards it's enemy by the time he got ahold of himself again, cutting off his own protest immediately. "Who are you?" He interjected suddenly, his voice struggling to regain level ground. "Why... why her?"