OK. Things that could hurt me- Borax, which is a cleaning chemical (no wonder Dad didn't want me cleaning houses!), spells, or having my head cut off. Also, there is some kind of tablet left by God that has some kind of something to do with Leviathan, but nobody knows where it is.
That really weirds me out. Nobody knows any way to kill me. What if I went bad? Nobody could stop me. I could destroy the whole world. That's a scary thought. Actually, it's terrifying. I guess I really had better not go bad.
So, like, there are more Leviathans? Like, if they ever got out of Purgatory… Ouch. Goodbye, everything. And I'm one of these T. Rexes? Now I'm scared. Who will want to be friends with an invincible cannibal freak? Okay, I'm technically not a cannibal. A cannibal is something that eats people, not something whose species sometimes eats people. But I'm still a freak.
I think I will go find Bobby Singer. He deserves to know there is a half-Leviathan loose on Earth, and maybe he can do something to help. Or at least give me some perspective.