Hello, my name is Dean Winchester. You killed my brother. Prepare to die. [Video]-Backdated

[viva_la_impala]

[It's as if Dean has forgotten that he turned the recorder on. He's just staring dazedly at the screen, his eyes out of focus. Here he was helping Hubb because he thought Sam could handle himself. He should have been out there tracking Faith down. The girl could wound a NATION and had already killed someone.

He'd assumed that after duelling Hubb and having left the old man alive, and from the lack of screams for help or explosions, that perhaps Faith had run out of steam and finally pulled the crazy train over. The proof of his error in judgement is something he just watched. His little brother getting killed. Again. On his watch.

He's lost Sam before, but he didn't think he'd lose him again. Not here. Not in a contained space where he could actually do something about it.]

Sammy...

[The camera shakes as Dean's facial expression hardens from sadness to anger and then to hate and rage. His mouth twists into an angry snarl as his brows knit together in a determined line. He's all but foaming as he screams into the camera.]

YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU'VE GOT ANGER MANAGEMENT ISSUES AND YOU DECIDE TO OFF MY LITTLE BROTHER!! I WILL TAKE YOU DOWN!! I WILL END YOU!! YOU HEAR ME?!