Kane was lying on his back, his body tensed with paralysis but he was still breathing. Dean rushed to him and placed a hand on Kane’s chest as he looked him over. Seeing the welts covering the flesh that he could see, he quickly ripped the front of Kane's shirt open confirming his theory.
“She did it again, didn’t she?” Dean asked.
Kane’s eyes turned on him with a dark glare and Dean had a very good idea of what Kane would say if his vocal chords were working.
“If you can look at me like that, then you’ll be fine.” Dean informed him. “It should be gone in a few minutes.” He fell to his knees as a premonition hit him. Kane stretched out by vines, writhing in pain. As he watched the shimmering vision, the crazed look in Kane's eyes was replaced with power. As the vision vanished, Dean lea
