By reflex, Dean curled into a ball as he was thrown into the air. He hit the ground with a mean thump, but nothing important was hit. He scrambled to his legs. This would be a lot more tricky without his power of creation. He stretched out an arm and opened his mouth. Gurgling and grinding sounds emerged, turning more and more inhuman until it simply sounded like rocks in a tumbler. With a crack a bit of the pavement began to rise before Drake. Slowly. It bend a bit and pieces of it were cracking, but even so, a wall of concrete was being erected between the Dean and him. It was also shuffling forward, just enough that it could collapse down on him. Dean fell to his knees, but with his arm still outstretched. Too much.
By her own power, Carrie walked through the door, her poise regained in the process. She would not let the newcomer faze her, simply giving her a nod before doing going through. On the other side, she eyed Ricky for a good long moment. Exchanged a tense stare, darted her eyes passed his obviously messed up leg. Then gave a subtle smile and went over to sit down on the edge of the building, a good 10 meters away from him, sailing right past Luna in the process.
"Luna, dear, don't worry about him." she said with some warmth to her voice, her gaze fixed downwards. "Let's hear a little more about what this new girl wants before we kill each other again."
All the while, her attention was on the fight going on beneath them. The thing she had killed was back. It seemed different though, crazier, weaker, and it was two against one. It wouldn't be a problem. Dean was fighting weirdly, inefficiently. Perhaps it was time she got rid of him, Luna seemed more trusting. Perhaps Tialla could also be useful, but she would have to know the specifics of her vision. She seemed only glad to share.