Dean watched the spectacle in shocked horror, his anger finally melting away into a twisted agony deep in his gut. Nothing about this was easy to watch, but even as she writhed on the ground he found himself inching out of his hiding place.
"Hey, it's ok. I'm here, I'll take care of you, nothing's gonna hurt you," his own voice was pulled from him as if it was on a string, without an actual thought behind a single word. It was automatic. His legs, too, mechanically inched forward as he attempted to calm the tormented soul. "That evil dude, he's not here, I promise I won't let him hurt you ever again, but... but you gotta help me out here, too."
Dean's feet stopped about ten feet from Lisa, not daring to get too close and set the thing off again.