Dean pursed his lips, looking at the disfigured man still trying to rise and fight. A sense of respect welled up within him as he whispered, "You've earned the right for me to know your name!"
Gasping against the intense pain racking his body, Gabriel looked at the clown mask on Dean's face and pleaded, "You can call me Gabriel! I'm not actually one of the Lucifer Organization's people. I have a family, and I want to live to see them again, just once more, even if it's only once!"
He knew that the merciless monster before him would not let him go.
But even if there was just a sliver of hope, Gabriel was willing to lay down all his dignity and humbly beg his enemy.
Family...
Dean, seeing the pleading in Gabriel's eyes, was somewhat moved.
What a pity.
Anyone who saw him act, aside from Little Mike, had to die!
As despair filled his opponent's eyes, Dean raised his fist, ready to deliver a swift end.
Gabriel finally gave in to despair.
