Dean/Lisa
Dean was completely lost inside his own rage once again, all other fears and concerns melting away to pain and fists. He needed to kill it. That wasn't even an option for him, anymore. There was no choice made, his actions felt completely uncontrollable as he flung his arm toward the screeching spirit.
Like some kind of maniac, Dean screamed right back at her, a wordless battle cry as he felt his fist make contact again, and then again. Pain flashed through him with every attack, from either of them, even his ears burned from the sound.
After a few punches, he managed to get out of her clutches, the chaos in his mind finally settling enough to process words. "Promises made to monsters ain't worth shit," he yelled back, ignoring the part of him that knew he shouldn't be arguing with a ghost. Logic did not show up to this fight.
If she had a verbal response, it didn't register, but her physical reaction was to lunge at him once again. This time, he leaned into it, bashing his head into her skull and grappling her to the ground. His large body held her naked one to the floor as his fists found her face. Over, and over, and over, not stopping even after the figure beneath him stopped fighting back.