She dies in her real form, all twisted and hideous. She dies whimpering, utterances that are of no earthly language, and nothing about her could be called human. She dies crying, tears of mist on her smoky face.
“Damn, Sammy,” Dean says once it’s done. “Kinda cold, don’t ya think?”
Sam looks at the remains, face blank, and then turns to his brother. “Wanna hamburger?” he asks.
“Damn, Sammy,” Dean says once it’s done. “Kinda cold, don’t ya think?”
Sam looks at the remains, face blank, and then turns to his brother. “Wanna hamburger?” he asks.
Dean grins. “Don’t I always?”
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