ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴡᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴜɪɴ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ

I was whipped, lashed. And healed after. And I have no powers. I'm human, Dean. For two weeks. ( He looks him in the eye then, before divulging the information he's most concerned with. ) They also took my blood. I was -- a student who didn't pay them any mind, give the school what they want. But, I'm not convinced the blood was for Barbas. And if it was, angel blood is an... ingredient.

( In spells, Dean should know. )