Chapter 52: Second Descent

Dean crashed to the ground and rolled, writhing in agony. Each roll drove the spikes deeper, stabbing him over and over until the pain was unbearable. He gritted his teeth and didn't move a muscle. His face wouldn't stop twitching. He shot Damon Barlow a glare, snarling, "You... you... how could you do this to-" "Sorry-gonna use you as a step stool," Damon said with a smirk, planting a foot on Dean's back and striding past him. The pressure made Dean howl, "Aagh!" Damon was already at Chelsea's...