"Do it," she commanded again, licking her lips in anticipation. The razor-sharp tips of her nails sank into Dean's upper arm.
He yelled, back arching off the altar. "Yeah, Sam, do it!" Dean bellowed, "Kill the BITCH!"
The crimson-coated knife descended with speed, plunged deep. Ammut's high-pitched scream filled the forest. She stumbled back, folded in on herself, crumpled to the ground. Within minutes all that remained was a pile of ash.
Sam quickly untied Dean, helped him up.
"Peachy. Oh, this is really gonna suck later," Dean croaked.
"Yeah it will, bro. Sorry. Let's go get you patched up."
