Dean looked around the vault. One of these people was a monster, parodying the fear the others felt.
It hadn't been that hard to shoot the other one. Even wearing his face, he hadn't found it strange. Well. Okay. A bit strange. It would've been harder if it'd been wearing his brother.
How would it be to touch someone else and just become them? Not the real them, he knew, but someone else at least. Take on a new life. New roads. Shed the past like the skin that's outlived its purpose.
The thought scared him. It sounded … liberating.