Dean knew a demon when he saw one. But he'd never had one unnerve him as much as it did right then.

Watching as the black smoke disappeared, his eyes searched the scene for any sign of familiarity. If it had been a demon he had met before -- but for some reason he had a feeling he wouldn't be standing if that were the case. This was something completely different, and he wasn't quite sure what it was. He did know one thing, however.

He needed another drink.