Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction based on the original creation of E. Kripke. Just for fun, not for profit. All hail our glorious leader.
A/N: Needed to slay some personal dragons...
"Now, Dean. This is for your own good. I know so much more than you."
Dean flinched as the ugly twisted hand stroked down his face. He couldn't move too much without giving away his secret.
"You could be so much more, if only you'd take instruction," her condescending tone made him grind his teeth together.
"Look, you bitch," he spat out. "We both know what you really mean. You think your shit doesn't stink. Well, newsflash, I'm putting you out with the rest of the trash!"
Dean swung up in one fluid motion and lopped her ugly head off.