Facing off with a new big bad, was nothing new. Just another Tuesday.

The big bads seemed to underestimate you. More importantly, they underestimated Dean. Which was a grave mistake. This demon is particularly arrogant, having cornered you he makes another grave mistake. Assuming he’s won. “You don’t seem so sure of yourself now.” It says and grips your throat slamming you back into the wall forcing a grunt from your lips.

“All by your lonesome and cornered. Start sayin’ some prayers—“

The creature jeers and you laugh. A light laugh that slips because you know exactly what’s about to happen. The demon’s face contorts in confusion and aggravation. He is not amused. His nails dig into your jugular. “What’s so funny?”

”Dean Winchester is behind you.”

The moment the words are out in the air, the demon blade pierces the guy from behind. It’s eyes blare the unearthly yellow and you shuck the husk of its vessel to the ground, feeling remorse for the poor soul it possessed, but it was probably long gone by now.

The third grave mistake, he forgot about Dean altogether. A dumb demon, now dead and gone.