She looked down at the spear in his hands before taking it away from him.
White remained standing there, unmoving, and mostly observing.
All of a sudden,
RIIIIP!
The air was pierced as the spear stabbed forward with speed and power.
White's palms clasped together at the edge of the spear, stopping the spear from impaling his heart, though she forced on with every last bit of her strength, pushing him back.
His wings moved in that moment, slashing down and severing her hands as White finally came to a pause.
She fell back onto her butt, and her head raised to witness White tear the spear through her head and out the back of her skull.
"I never expected honesty from a Supernatural."
Those were his last words to her before he flung her and the spear away, watching as they fell into the waves.
"Wow. And here I thought I was a cold killer."
The words resounded from behind as White turned away from the waterfall.
Behind him, sitting on a half-collapsed mountain, was a man.
