Chapter 49: I wouldn't Know.

"That's the way to go!"

Dean muttered, adrenaline coursing through him as he stared at the dead carcasses lying around them. Their crimson lifeblood pooling around their nightmarish grotesque forms.

He stood amidst the carnage, a smug grin tugging at his lips.

He had earned it after all.

The final blows had been his, each strike delivered with precision from the shadows.

Aezel's scornful gaze lingered on him, but Dean didn't care. He could care less about what the bastard thought of him.

He simply smiled. Feeling pleased with himself.

Victory was victory, even if it came with a touch of cowardice- or as he liked to call it, tactical genius.

'It wasn't everyday that he got to finish them off so easily anyway.'

He mused, indulging in the rare taste of triumph.

He soon sighed lightly.

He knew things were about to turn for the worse and he might as well enjoy himself while he still could.