A room full of bodies all laying on the floor. The doors burst inward, slamming into the walls. One of the bodies twitches, quivers, rises halfway.

A voice, barely heard, whispers one word. "Dean"

A shot rings out.

A deafening silence.

A blinding light.

Wings as dark as night fill the room, the tips caressing the hunter's face.

A single tear rolls down the streak of ash that surrounds his eyes, those eyes that look like death and sadness a hundredfold.

He walks away.