“It is time, Dean,” Samuel said, beckoning toward the legion of angels gathering below them. “The Righteous Man has been received by hell. Given our circumstances, we do not know how long the siege will take. Are you prepared?”

Dean grinned, stretching his arms and wings. “No shit, I’m ready. We’ve only been planning this for a few millennia.” He clapped his brother on the shoulder, and dove into the assembly of angels.

When the siege began, Dean was the one to lead his brothers and sisters into hell.  His expression was resolute and unwavering in its resolve.

‘Time to get you out of that pit, Cas Novak.’