“I should’ve killed you. God- why didn’t I kill you?”

Standing, unannounced, in the threshold of Sam’s motel room was enough to warrant a response like that. Not like it hurt your feelings anyways; you were a demon after all.

Truth be told, you were really only here to dangle the prospect of more demon blood in his face, but you also knew it wouldn’t be so easy gaining his trust back. You had to come up with a plan, and quick.