“It’s over, Ketch,” Dean shouted as the dust settled over what was left of the broken street between the two enemies.
“You say that every time,” Ketch said back, “yet every time you fail to do anything about it,” he strode forward, casting lightning out and away from his body in great, wing-like arches.
They both knew why he wouldn’t end it – after everything they’d been through, what they’d been to each other – but as Dean pulled back and gathered his remaining strength he knew he couldn’t stall the inevitable forever.
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