Gods dammit, are you coming or aren't you? [He remembered Iris enough to mention it, but beyond that, he couldn't care less about her right now; the dogs are still snarling and growling below him, although he hasn't heard that human voice again since he dropped the communicator, and all he can think is that Dean is going to die, is dying, is dead, and he'll be next.]

Frak it-- SOS! SOS! Is anyone else on this channel? I need help! Warden down! We are unarmed!