Dean swung a tire iron, the metal clanging against her skull, but she didn't drop. It took three more hits to ground her. He stood over her, chest heaving. "These aren't demons, Sammy. They’re 'Rabids.'"
"We didn't have a choice," Dean snapped, though the conviction was hollow. [S11E1] Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire
The Darkness wasn't just a force of nature. It wasn't just a cloud of smoke. It was a person. And he was holding her in his arms. Dean swung a tire iron, the metal clanging
If you want to explore more about this specific era of the show: The psychological bond between Sam’s secret struggle with the Rabid infection Castiel’s torture at the hands of the angels "These aren't demons, Sammy
Suddenly, a woman emerged from the ditch, her movements jerky and unnatural. Her skin was a map of dark lines, and when she looked at them, there was no humanity left—only a primal, screaming hunger. She lunged.
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