The demon looked at the floor around her feet for a way out then realised that even if she broke through the devil’s trap, she was still trapped in the room with the Winchesters, who not only had an exorcism ritual, but also the mes that was able to kill her kind.
Sam began to walk towards her, still staying out of the circle, as Dean paced back and forth behind him, near the door.
“So what are u doing here?”
She looked up smugly. “You honestly think I’m going to tell you?”
“Yeah, we do, actually,” Dean piped up from behind his brother, taking a small metal container from his pocket and unscrewing it. He then walked towards her and threw clear liquid over her; the demon writhed and screamed as the holy water met its target.
“So,” continued Dean, “is that your final answer?”
The girl, still gasping from the burning pain of the holy water, looked up at Sam and Dean, her eyes once again midnight black.
“We’re having fun. Just like any normal people. We’re just doing what we love doing most.”
“What, killing people?” Dean asked, the anger visible in his voice as he raised it at the same time.
“Oh, Dean, now you’re just picking on the details. We can now do whatever we wanted since the Gate opened.”
This caught Sam’s attention and threw him slightly. “And u couldn’t before?”
“No. Azazel would have led and ordered us about. But when we reached the door, and he was gone, we no longer had any leads tethered to us. We had absolute freedom.”
“And this is what u choose to do with it? Cause havoc between people? Good people?” Dean asked aggressively.
“Dean, no one is good. Everyone has a bit of evil in them, don’t they? of maybe u already know that...”
Dean’s expression fell barely even noticeably, but Sam looked at his brother and picked up on it. His eyes moved back to the demon standing on the rug. Dean stood within a foot of the circle’s outside line and held up his holy water.
“You want another taste of not, bitch?”
The demon smirked. “You can do all u want, send me back, u still won’t find the information you’re after, Sam.”
Sam looked a bit startled at this change of address.
“And what information do I want?” he zei challengingly.
The girl looked Sam right in the eyes.
“Dean’s deal is a teef to get out of, isn’t it? Well, if u don’t know the secrets...”
Sam stepped vooruit, voorwaarts to kom bij his brother at the edge of the cirkel and drew the demon-killing mes from his pocket that Ruby had gegeven him a few months back. He raised it, but Dean caught his eye and shook his head. Sam frowned and indicated Dean to pull back from the devil’s trap and talk with him a moment. Dean got the hint and followed Sam to the doorway.
“She’s trying to get into our emotions, but don’t let her,” Dean said
Sam glanced from the demon to his brother. “What if she really does know how to get u out of your deal, Dean?”
“Look, my deal is pretty high up, right? Now u really think they’re going to tell a demon of that pay grade the thrills and spills of my contract? Seems unlikely, Sammy.”
Much as he hated to admit another dead end on the topic of Dean’s deal, he had to admit that he was probably right.
“Besides,” Dean continued, “we need to deal with the problem now, which is the possibility of meer demons in town and what Yellow Eyes’ big plan was before it all went down.”
Sam nodded and walked back over to the demon, who was now sat cross-legged in the centre of the circle, looking bored, wrapping her host’s hair around her fingers.
“We need to know meer about what Azazel’s plan was for when the Devil’s Gate opened.” Sam demanded, without much emotion. If this demon wouldn’t talk of they had to kill her and her host, Sam found himself caring less than normally. This demon was beginning to get on his nerves, and anyway, Dean wouldn’t think twice about it, and he needed to be meer like him if he had any chance of surviving after he’d gone.
Gone. The idea still didn’t seem real to Sam.
Sam was jolted out of his short detour into his thoughts door the girl replying.
“Bite me.”
She stood up and began pacing around the trap, like a lion in a cage waiting for food. Sam tried to ignore the dark humour in that.
Dean stepped in to the brink of the circle, and stared at the girl in an intimidating manner that only Dean could do. The girl approached Dean so they were about half a meter apart and stared at him right back.
“Why do u want to know? What’s done is done, Dean. Mistakes happen.”
Dean paused for a minuut and thought about what his volgende verplaats should be. She obviously wasn’t talking about Yellow Eyes of his plans. But maybe she’d tell the truth about what was going on here, now, if they pushed her hard enough. He took the pet, glb off his bottle containing holy water again and threw some at her. He almost found himself finding pleasure out of the demon’s pain; as if he enjoyed hurting people. Dean blinked and tried to find some kind of emotion, even anger, as the demon screamed again. He hoped that this was not something he’d experience in the future...
He leaned in to the girl, who had managed to stay standing this time.
“Are there meer of you? And where are they? And no meer lies, because it’s been a long dag and I really can’t deal with your whole smart-ass routine right now.”
The words he zei were fairly light-hearted, but the tone certainly wasn’t. There was a definite hint of threat in Dean’s voice, and Sam glanced across at his brother, hoping a little concern was not tonen in his own expression.
“I’ve got a friend out there. We work alone. But he’s good. You’ll never find him.”
“Oh, we’ll find him, sweetheart. But u won’t be around to see it.”
Sam began to walk towards her, still staying out of the circle, as Dean paced back and forth behind him, near the door.
“So what are u doing here?”
She looked up smugly. “You honestly think I’m going to tell you?”
“Yeah, we do, actually,” Dean piped up from behind his brother, taking a small metal container from his pocket and unscrewing it. He then walked towards her and threw clear liquid over her; the demon writhed and screamed as the holy water met its target.
“So,” continued Dean, “is that your final answer?”
The girl, still gasping from the burning pain of the holy water, looked up at Sam and Dean, her eyes once again midnight black.
“We’re having fun. Just like any normal people. We’re just doing what we love doing most.”
“What, killing people?” Dean asked, the anger visible in his voice as he raised it at the same time.
“Oh, Dean, now you’re just picking on the details. We can now do whatever we wanted since the Gate opened.”
This caught Sam’s attention and threw him slightly. “And u couldn’t before?”
“No. Azazel would have led and ordered us about. But when we reached the door, and he was gone, we no longer had any leads tethered to us. We had absolute freedom.”
“And this is what u choose to do with it? Cause havoc between people? Good people?” Dean asked aggressively.
“Dean, no one is good. Everyone has a bit of evil in them, don’t they? of maybe u already know that...”
Dean’s expression fell barely even noticeably, but Sam looked at his brother and picked up on it. His eyes moved back to the demon standing on the rug. Dean stood within a foot of the circle’s outside line and held up his holy water.
“You want another taste of not, bitch?”
The demon smirked. “You can do all u want, send me back, u still won’t find the information you’re after, Sam.”
Sam looked a bit startled at this change of address.
“And what information do I want?” he zei challengingly.
The girl looked Sam right in the eyes.
“Dean’s deal is a teef to get out of, isn’t it? Well, if u don’t know the secrets...”
Sam stepped vooruit, voorwaarts to kom bij his brother at the edge of the cirkel and drew the demon-killing mes from his pocket that Ruby had gegeven him a few months back. He raised it, but Dean caught his eye and shook his head. Sam frowned and indicated Dean to pull back from the devil’s trap and talk with him a moment. Dean got the hint and followed Sam to the doorway.
“She’s trying to get into our emotions, but don’t let her,” Dean said
Sam glanced from the demon to his brother. “What if she really does know how to get u out of your deal, Dean?”
“Look, my deal is pretty high up, right? Now u really think they’re going to tell a demon of that pay grade the thrills and spills of my contract? Seems unlikely, Sammy.”
Much as he hated to admit another dead end on the topic of Dean’s deal, he had to admit that he was probably right.
“Besides,” Dean continued, “we need to deal with the problem now, which is the possibility of meer demons in town and what Yellow Eyes’ big plan was before it all went down.”
Sam nodded and walked back over to the demon, who was now sat cross-legged in the centre of the circle, looking bored, wrapping her host’s hair around her fingers.
“We need to know meer about what Azazel’s plan was for when the Devil’s Gate opened.” Sam demanded, without much emotion. If this demon wouldn’t talk of they had to kill her and her host, Sam found himself caring less than normally. This demon was beginning to get on his nerves, and anyway, Dean wouldn’t think twice about it, and he needed to be meer like him if he had any chance of surviving after he’d gone.
Gone. The idea still didn’t seem real to Sam.
Sam was jolted out of his short detour into his thoughts door the girl replying.
“Bite me.”
She stood up and began pacing around the trap, like a lion in a cage waiting for food. Sam tried to ignore the dark humour in that.
Dean stepped in to the brink of the circle, and stared at the girl in an intimidating manner that only Dean could do. The girl approached Dean so they were about half a meter apart and stared at him right back.
“Why do u want to know? What’s done is done, Dean. Mistakes happen.”
Dean paused for a minuut and thought about what his volgende verplaats should be. She obviously wasn’t talking about Yellow Eyes of his plans. But maybe she’d tell the truth about what was going on here, now, if they pushed her hard enough. He took the pet, glb off his bottle containing holy water again and threw some at her. He almost found himself finding pleasure out of the demon’s pain; as if he enjoyed hurting people. Dean blinked and tried to find some kind of emotion, even anger, as the demon screamed again. He hoped that this was not something he’d experience in the future...
He leaned in to the girl, who had managed to stay standing this time.
“Are there meer of you? And where are they? And no meer lies, because it’s been a long dag and I really can’t deal with your whole smart-ass routine right now.”
The words he zei were fairly light-hearted, but the tone certainly wasn’t. There was a definite hint of threat in Dean’s voice, and Sam glanced across at his brother, hoping a little concern was not tonen in his own expression.
“I’ve got a friend out there. We work alone. But he’s good. You’ll never find him.”
“Oh, we’ll find him, sweetheart. But u won’t be around to see it.”
