"Don't worry, sweetheart, I may be big, but maybe enough to tear you a new one—" Xander lets out a strangled oof as Dean slammed his knee into the guy's ribs then lifting him up, slinging Xander into a nearby tree.

"DON'T. YOU. FUCKING. TALK. TO. MY. GIRLFRIEND. LIKE. THAT. YA. BITCH." Dean empathized each word with a deep, demonic tone that even scared me. Dean was very pissed.

"I should fucking kill you myself!" He shouts, pure bloodlust in his voice as his eyes glowed red. I got up in pain, holding my side as I glare at Xander who has this stupid smile plastered onto his face. 

"Oh? So you're the lucky fellow." Xander licks his lips. "I see why she likes you." He remarks, making Dean scoff.

"You act just like a dog! Stop letting your di— control your brain!" Dean growls, but hears me get up, turning and helping me stand. "Are you okay?" He spoke in a softer, caring tone.

((A/N: sorry lol that's a really bad word to say —to me at least, plus, it's cringy.))

I nod, obviously lying. "I forgot to mention to you that it's harder for you to heal from werewolf wounds, but you'll be fine once this ends. The others are defeated. Kellie is fighting that dude in the black suited armour who is the last one, I'm guessing."

I glance over to find my mother struggling with the guy on her, about to cut off her head.

My eyes widen, fear snatching my soul and squeezing it. I look back at Dean, then at Xander to spot a dagger sashed under his belt.

"Silvia, what are you doing?" He asked as I ran over to snatch the dagger and run to Kellie.

No one is going to take my mother away from me –not right after I just got her back!

The suited armoured guy turned his masked face my way as I shout and without further hesitation, I dug the dagger deep into his chest where his heart should be.

Killing wasn't a problem to me anymore; to be honest, it was quiet fun —depending on who it was.

He let out a strangled sound as he lowered his head to look at the dagger impelling his chest as the blood was soaking the suit, slightly noticeable as his suit was dark.

Kellie pushed his off as she got up and hugged me, making me winch in pain. "O-Okay! Reunion later —we've got to kill Xander." I told my mom as she noticed I was hurt.

"Silvia! You're wounded! Did he do this to you!?" She asked, that angry motherly tone seeping out. "Yeah, but it's fine. He's going to die—"

"He better. He deserves death. Come on sweetie, let's have some mother, daughter bonding time." Kellie smiles in a twisted way, but I knew she wanted revenge so badly against this guy.

From the looks of it: he had my mother hostage all those years. I nod, turning and pulling the dagger out of the guy's chest as a bit of blood rushed out, splatter a little on me as the scent of wet dog rushed into my nose.

Ugh, revolting creatures.

I then turned with my mother to finally kill the Wolf King, Xander.