A loud roar echoes forth from the bushes, followed by a large glob of a glowing purple liquid, which hits Dean in the chest. It is rather heavy, and very sticky, gumming up his fur and it would stick to his hands too if he tried to scrape it off. "That was your<span style="font-style: italic">only</span>warning shot. I'm going to spell it out for you.<span style="font-style: italic">Let. Him. Go.</span>" comes the voice again, clearly out of patience.