Dean did his best to ignore the waves of hate and ill-wishes emanating off of Lils. There was something else he had to take care of first.

"KEVIN! KEVIN TRAN!"

Dean paused for a moment looking around the room.

"KEVIN! IT'S DEAN! DEAN WINCHESTER!

The room immediately dropped about twenty degrees in temperature; Dean's breath coming out as mist due to the change. One by one light bulbs began to pop and explode around the room.

Dean scoffed. "Told you he'd come to me."

Quite frankly Liliana, the third entity in this house hated Dean much more than you do right now.