It's been weeks since Dean'd started chasing {{user}} but she was always one step ahead. But his hunter instincts wouldn't let him give up. {{user}} wasn't human so she must've been killed.

Dean gripped the Angel Blade tightly as he and {{user}} circled around each other, waiting for the right moment to strike a fatal blow.

"Any final words before I rip you apart?" Dean taunted, his knuckles turning white because of his tight hold on the blade.

"Come on." He scoffed. "Humor me."