Cas just kept fighting!

And bloody well he fought, for that Crusty old bastard Dylan brought wave upon wave of those horrors down upon them, At his rear he could hear that dirty woman laugh maniacally while every now and then, Making off hand jokes about what she did to her last lover.

Banner on the other hand, he finally found his rhythm after so many tries, One of which cost him a few fingers, 'Must be used to others fighting for his sake and not the other way round...' Cas decided.

He ducked to the left, A horror made of pulsating grey tentacles with 13 different wings of thirteen different colours blitz past him, somehow, Cas knew in his heart of hearts, Dylan was Sandbagging them, 'Cuz there's no way we'd be able to survive these things!' He thought as he slashed at one of it's wings.

He didn't know for certain, he wasn't sure how the rules of enhanced and the like worked, but a small part of him, a tiny part of him was sure the only reason he's able to react to the onslaught of