His brother silent at his side, Sam surveyed the mob crowding the cavern, and exultation swept through him; a storm of hatred, want and need that eclipsed every notion of good and evil he'd ever had.
Demon, human, witch, of all Hell's damned were there. The Morningstar himself lay trampled somewhere beneath the multitude, a victim of his own arrogance and tragic underestimation of the Boy King.
Sam raised an imperious hand. That hand fisted, twisted, and his power filled the cavern.
Shrieking with pain, ecstasy and fear, the damned went to their knees.
Dean closed his eyes.
Sam smiled.