Evie nodded in reply, putting on a brave face akin to whenever Dean would before his father; being the perfect soldier. She glanced one last time at her former guardian before heading towards the pallets to help make the pyre. Sam left them to build while he grabbed the gas, returning soon with it.

It wasn't until a little over halfway of stacking the bodies and pallets that Evie let out a hiss of pain. The left sleeve of her shirt was soaked in blood from where the leader had bitten her.