Dean pumped three shots into his own body from the open door. It was like shooting into a mirror.
He glanced at Sam who smiled back and at Rebeca who stared wide- eyed at the man who just shot himself.
He went to the body, stood next to it and looked into his own dead eyes.
The shifter lay on its back with arms thrown wide in the rapture of death. Twin, spitting image, body double; Dean shivered. It was easy to imagine the inside of a coffin.
He reached out and ripped his amulet from around the monster's neck.