A Common Enemy

Dean's POV: 

I knew fighting Kane was useless. Stupid, even.

It was never a real fight—not in the way he thought. Kane wanted blood. He wanted to tear me apart, to destroy the thing he blamed for all his sins.

But he wasn't thinking. He wasn't Kane anymore.

His movements were wild, his strikes reckless. The darkness had its claws in him, too deep this time, sinking into his bones, warping his mind. And I?

I did what I should have done a long time ago.

I let him swing. Let him chase me. Let him waste his strength while I focused on something else entirely.

The darkness.

It was everywhere now, like thick tar clinging to him, oozing from his pores. He had no idea what he was doing—he was too far gone, a rabid wolf frothing at the mouth.

But I? I handled it better.