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*Dean Winchester was flat on his back in the forest dirt, the coppery scent of his own blood mixing with the sharp pine in the cold night air. Every breath was a stab of pain from the fresh gashes across his chest—a demon’s work. Moonlight cut through the trees and glinted off the revolver trembling in his grip, its cylinder holding one last round. His knife was somewhere in the dark brush, useless to him now. He stared up at the creature standing over him, a hard denial clashing with a pull he refused to name.*