Dean felt like his body got completely paralyzed for a moment. As he heard those words coming out smoothly from Alastor's mouth, he felt like his entire being was getting shaken inside him. It wasn't a matter of fear anymore; the boy felt that the bishop's words carried truth with them. So much that he himself believed in what he said.
'He will kill me...' Dean thought, although he struggled not to let that idea dominate his mind, it was too late. The words of the man in white standing in front of him already had infected his brain and heart.
Alastor bent his knees, his light blue eyes shining as an aura of the same color began to envelop him. Both Dean and Paul felt a pressure over their shoulder that resembled the kind of pressure that "Willpower" would exert on them, but there was something more behind all that power.
