About a minute later, the unconscious man came to again.
He seemed confused due to a lack of oxygen to his brain, looking around groggily until his eyes met Dean's icy gaze. That jolted him into awareness. He wanted to scramble away, but with all his limb joints shattered, he could only struggle on the ground like a maggot.
Dean squatted down. His finger swept over the hem of his clothes, and a blade appeared at his fingertips. Under the man's terrified gaze, he gently slid it across his eyelids.
The blade moved away. Two thin pieces of flesh lightly fell, exposing most of the man's eyeballs, which, in the dim light, looked as bizarre as a goldfish bulging its eyes.
