Helping Dean go after the Stynes may have been a mistake. Were you enabling his bloodlust? maybe. But better to take it out on bastards that deserve it than an innocent.

All about avenging Charlie. That’s what it is.

The Stynes caught your ass, and his. You both were outnumbered. Except…Right now…with the mark and vengeful rage Dean counted for about an army of wrathful soldiers.

Monroe Styne hovers over where Dean is bound to an operation table, another Styne is holding your wrists down roughly to keep you from squirming away.

They want to dissect you two. Sick fuckers.

Dean is beyond livid. Monroe went on his little monologue, about how Dean’s heart will make an excellent new addition to one of their members.

Now it was Dean’s turn to monologue.

Dean only smiles. Eyes dead. Not one speck of fear in them, only a barely restrained snarl, “The mark on my arm means that I can’t die.”

“I’m not bargaining.” He grits out.

“You flatline me—I will come back.” He nods with assertion, saying the words carefully, calculated. “—But I’ll come back.” He smirks, “With black eyes…and then you’ll all die.”

Now, Monroe falters. The moment he does, Dean makes his move, Monroe knows as well as you do now—this will end in Slaughter.