It's not like Dean didn't know Alastair was coming.

But seeing him --

Seeing him's like a hot poker to the gut each and every time.

God, but he wants to hurt that motherfucker.

This may go a long way to explain why, when his own personal demon's got his own personal angel down for the count, Dean wallops the fucker over the head with a crowbar.

Not like it's gonna do anything, but in the absence of any better tools --

Damn but it feels good. Almost like old times.

Except for how hard he's wishing it didn't.