"Do I look like the Virgin Mary to you?" Another voice was heard from the shadows of the hall. The sound of boots walking slowly went with it until a second person was standing beside Alistair. He was holding a jagged looking saw in one hand and it was covered in blood. From where the blood stains were, white feathers were bent, broken, and clung to the dripping teeth of the instrument.

What Dean saw was himself, smirking at him, with black opaque eyes. "I said I was gonna help you, Cas. And you side with that guy?" The Demonic-Dean pulled a feather off the saw and flicked it in Dean's direction so it landed at his feet.