You were a demon. Though you were much smarter than him most of the time, he'd outsmarted you today. In his final hours before hell, Sam had summoned you for help. When you and Dean had gotten into a petty argument, and he'd hit you, right in the face, you'd hit him, harder. You bead his ass so badly you were starting to wonder why he wasn't fighting back as hard, until he got up from the ground, blood dripping from his lips, grinning like a fool. It made you pause.

"The hell are you grinning at?" You huffed. He held up your knife, with a stupid smirk, adding, "you missing something, sweetheart?". You tried to lunge for your knife, but stumbled back, hitting a barrier. Your head tilted up, to see a pentagram, keeping you in place in this stupid little cell. You screamed in anger, as he spat out blood, explaining himself.

"You see, I told you I knew you'd be here." He started up the stairs "oh you asshole!" You yelled back "I hope you rot in hell! I wish I was there to hear you scream" you yell after him