Dean moved quickly, quietly and efficiently. The large knife split the creature's orange body in two. Not satisfied with that, Dean wielded it again and again, dismembering it down to bits and very small pieces.
He took the time to check on his family before he moved forward with his task. Sam and Cas both were sleeping the sleep of the truly exhausted. Dean shook his head fondly as he saw Cas had wrapped himself in his trench coat. It took a lot to wind the angel, but the last few weeks had been truly emotional for everyone, so it was no wonder at all Cas was sleeping just as he'd done when he was human.
Dean slid back out of the room and paused outside the final door. This was the reason he couldn't sleep. His brain was whirling too bad to let him rest.
Shaking himself to get the cobwebs out of his head, Dean moved back to his task. Part of him halfway expected the creature to be sitting on the table mocking him when he entered the room, but he was met with nothing but the diced up pieces. Smiling broadly, Dean resumed his task.
He hummed snatches of melody as he boiled and crushed the orange bits. Hands that expertly mixed potions and ingredients of a hundred arcane spells in his line of work treated this as just one more.
Sam rolled over in bed, eyes opening as he drew a deep breath. "What the..."
Cas's eyes creaked open and he sat up, a smile breaking out on his face. "Dean."
The door opened and Mary peered around it, one of Dean's old flannel shirts hitting her knees as a nightgown – she refused to look at the white abomination any more – and a hairbrush gripped tightly in her other hand. "...Dean?"
The trio entered the room just as Dean straightened. He kicked the oven door closed and turned, smiling broadly when he saw them. "Hey, guys," he greeted, setting a steaming dish down on the counter.
"Who's up for pumpkin pie?"
END