Dean grimaced as he drained the rest of his glass, groaning as he put the glass back on the table. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he got up and went to the stack of books that he hadn't gone through yet.

"This isn't going to work."

Dean picked up one book, making a face when he felt the dust and whatever grime was on it stick to his skin. He grabbed a handkerchief and wiped his hand clean before opening the book.

"She's going to die. Screaming. In agony."

He skimmed over the paragraphs, trying to pick out the pieces that pertained to what he needed. All these books in the bunker and not so many about archangels, perfect scholars his ass.

"My grace is going to destroy her from the inside out. That fetus will burn with her."

Dean tossed the book to the side and grabbed the next one, glancing at his phone to make sure no one had tried to call him just yet, worry going through him. It had been nice to hear their moms voice, to hear that she was okay, but at the same time he wished that he was there too.

"Then once my grace comes back to me I'll kill Sam and the boy. Make you watch them die."

Dean debated to go back into the kitchen to grab another bottle of something stronger but shook his head, deciding against it. He had to be focused on finding more information for them.

"I am going to take you apart Dean, I'll unmake you."

"You're in my head, you see my memories." Dean finally snapped at him. "You're not the worst thing that's tried to unmake me."

"You really think Alistair is on the same level as me? He was a demon and I am the first born."

Dean snorted and roughly grabbed another book, forcing himself to loosen his grip when it made the pages tear slightly from the spine.

"Different name, same dick." Dean said, smirking when he heard Michael growling. He hadn't lied to his mom about Michael being all bark and no bite, but he was being annoying.

"You're just delaying the inevitable. You think you have the upper hand but you'll soon see that it's just a farce."

"You underestimate me and my brother." Dean snapped at him once more, fighting the urge to punch at something. "We're going to figure this out. We're going to make sure she's okay." he threw the book in his hand a bit too hard. "Our family doesn't give up."

"Your mother will burn Dean Winchester. And I will enjoy watching her be destroyed."

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