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.
