He’s already moving.
Toward Russel.
“Dex,” Cas warns, stepping forward, controlled but tense. “Let me handle it.”
“He’s mine.”
The words come out low.
Final.
Russel smiles.
And makes a mistake.
His hand comes back to my face.
That’s all it takes.
Dex hits him hard enough to send them both crashing to the ground, the impact shaking through the room as the fight turns brutal instantly, fists landing heavy and fast. Russel gets one hit in before Dex flips him, pins him, and starts hitting again.
And again.
And again.
There’s no rhythm to it.
No control.
Just force.
“Filthy…”
A hit.
“Piece of…”
Another.
“…shit.”
Russel tries to fight back, but it’s useless now. Dex is already on his feet again, driving a kick into him that folds him over, then another, and another, until the sounds coming out of him turn from anger to pain.
Around them, voices shout, Cas, Ethan, the others, but Dex doesn’t hear them.
He’s gone.
Lost to his anger.
And I know this is the part he hates.
The part he warned me about.
I pull on everything I have left, every ounce of strength still in me.
“Dex!”
The word tears out of me, raw and desperate.
