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Chapter 13

“DEAN,” Michael yelled and tried to hold Dean down when the Fallen began to convulse violently. Dean’s body bent back so far Michael was sure the Fallen’s spine was going to break.

Michael watched in horror as the darkness of the wound on Dean’s arm began to move up toward his shoulder pulsing through his veins like a growing spider web. He placed his hand on the black entity under Dean’s skin not sure of how to stop it. Helplessness rose up in him when the darkness split in two. One part continued up to Dean’s face where it split again into each of his eyes while the other shot across Dean’s chest and settled over his heart.

“Fight it Dean,” Michael exclaimed praying Dean could still hear him.

He thought the demon would actually emerge from Dean’s body but instead it was taking him over. His startled gaze flew to the wound made by the demon blade as it sealed shut, not even leaving a scar behind to prove it had ever been there. The other wounds Dean had recently