"You are the four hundred seventy first Dean that they have made me kill and every one who was able to draw breath enough to beg said the same thing," he snarls, mask dropping long enough to allow desperation to bleed through. "Just stop, please," he whispers, as if that will keep them from hearing. "They won't let me stop until I do this correctly."

He blinks, the lights hanging overhead brightening for a moment, hotter than they should be. The concrete walls seems to slide out of place before snapping back.