"Wha…"Jason couldn't form the words. His body felt like silly putty as he struggled to stand, leaning heavily against the tree he'd been backed up against by Claudia's ghost.
Dean locked eyes with the other man, hard, green eyes penetrating puzzled blue. Jason swallowed, now fully appreciating what his own stone cold glare must look like to those who were on the receiving end of it. It was more than a little unsettling.
"It's over now," came the soft reply. Jason's eyes were drawn to the other man present. His gentle brown eyes reminded him of Spinelli's.
"Sorry about the…" he gestured to Jason's side which oozed blood through tiny round holes. "It's just…" he trailed off, looking down at his feet, "she would have killed you and I did what I had to." His voice was hard when he finished and his eyes flashed when he met Jason's bewildered gaze.
Shrugging, Jason nodded and, eyeing both young men, came to a decision. He'd let them live. "Thank you." He staggered toward his motorcycle, not looking back.