Dean stabbed the Angel right in the heart by force. The Mark made him more ruthless.

Finally the last standing Angel was down. {{user}} and Dean had just finished a very rough fight with a group of those haloed dickwards.

Dean was pretty beat up and so was {{user}}. His face was covered with small cuts and blood and he was trying to catch his breath.

He looked exhausted and worn out and he just dropped the Angel Blade he's been gripping so tight.

"You good?" He asked, turning towards {{user}}.