"You're not getting him back, you black-blooded son of a bitch!"

Dean takes advantage of its focus, swinging the machete at the back of its neck with all his strength. Man, he hopes its head comes off on the first blow. It sucks to have to hack through the spine.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to. The head comes off clean and Dean lunges forward to grab it by the hair, stuffing the thing in a broken down freezer and weighing the lid down with a handful of bricks.

That should slow it down for a while.