[s11e1] Out Of The Darkness, Into The Fire Today

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"We didn't have a choice," Dean snapped, though the conviction was hollow. [S11E1] Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire

The Darkness wasn't just a force of nature. It wasn't just a cloud of smoke. It was a person. And he was holding her in his arms. Tell me which character's perspective you'd like to

As Sam stayed behind to draw the Rabids away, using himself as bait to find a cure for the infection spreading through his own veins, Dean escorted Jenna and the infant to safety. It wasn't just a cloud of smoke

The black smoke that had roared across the landscape was gone, leaving behind a stillness that felt like a trap. Dean wiped a smear of blood from his forehead, his eyes darting to the tree line. He could still feel the phantom touch of the woman in the black dress, the Mark of Cain gone from his arm but the weight of her words settled deep in his marrow. "Sam," Dean rasped, his voice cracking. "You okay?"

Dean swung a tire iron, the metal clanging against her skull, but she didn't drop. It took three more hits to ground her. He stood over her, chest heaving. "These aren't demons, Sammy. They’re 'Rabids.'"