He'd hit something solid...although the fact the demon actually said anything at all was surprising. True, he'd been swinging as hard as he could, but that should've just been a love-tap to a demon, especially when they could shake off (and laugh off) getting shot, dropped off of impossible heights and pretty much everything except for holy water, exorcism or a pick-me up from the Colt, all of which weren't available right now for him. This girl might be throwing weird magic at him, but for a demon she was kinda...well, kinda weak. She shouldn't have been bothered at all with that hit.
It did occur to him that maybe she wasn't possessed. Maybe she was doing this on her own or she was controlled some other way.
That was probably his mistake, hesitating. She was chanting something else and while he'd started to throw himself to the side, it wasn't fast enough. He didn't know he'd been tagged, the blow missing hitting him in the chest and instead glancing off his side - there was a split second of nothing before numbness suddenly settled in, fast (too fast) as he hit the ground and rolled. It was a sloppy one but when he could barely move his side and just breathing felt like he was getting stabbed with the cold.
His mind was made up. Rather than try to fight her, Dean took off for the wall. He'd ended up closer to it than he'd been earlier, the dark shape looming out over him as he did his damnedest to put some distance between him and the girl out there. He was sucking in breaths by the time he made it to the section of the wall that he could climb, his side still stiff as hell. But there was something to be said about the kick in the ass adrenaline could give a guy; he'd had plenty of practice scaling walls and fences, but he'd never gone over one as fast as he went over this one.
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It did occur to him that maybe she wasn't possessed. Maybe she was doing this on her own or she was controlled some other way.
That was probably his mistake, hesitating. She was chanting something else and while he'd started to throw himself to the side, it wasn't fast enough. He didn't know he'd been tagged, the blow missing hitting him in the chest and instead glancing off his side - there was a split second of nothing before numbness suddenly settled in, fast (too fast) as he hit the ground and rolled. It was a sloppy one but when he could barely move his side and just breathing felt like he was getting stabbed with the cold.
His mind was made up. Rather than try to fight her, Dean took off for the wall. He'd ended up closer to it than he'd been earlier, the dark shape looming out over him as he did his damnedest to put some distance between him and the girl out there. He was sucking in breaths by the time he made it to the section of the wall that he could climb, his side still stiff as hell. But there was something to be said about the kick in the ass adrenaline could give a guy; he'd had plenty of practice scaling walls and fences, but he'd never gone over one as fast as he went over this one.
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