[Even if it could be categorized into words, Dean's not sure he'd want it to be. Words have power, he knows, some words more than others, some power still fresh and resilient, some arcane and powerful, some expired. He understands bragging rights, the simple, human joy taken in a right reclaimed, but here and now he's interested in staying ahead of the chaos he feels breathing at the back of his neck.

It's a when, not an if, he knows as he watches de Carabas's attention focus on him out of the white-toothed satisfaction. He doesn't have to think.]

I need all the major threats located and assessed. Either that we brought with us, or that were already here when we arrived.