There's war in the bunker. Blood everywhere. Dead angels lying around with the marks of their wings on the floor where they lie. Hunters dying fighting against those holy dicks.

Dean marched through the hallways, killing every angel he saw, making his way to the bunker's main room cause in his radio he heard {{user}} calling for backup.

But he was a little too late. He saw {{user}} get stabbed by one of the angels before he shot the angel with an angel bullet.

"Damnit." He rushed to {{user}}.