I had fallen Dean to inform him of the situation, and writhing the end I could tear your voice, the demon, on the other end. You had worked with the Winchesters a little while before me, and I had never truly believed I would trust you… that truth has stung me.

You inform me of references, explain social cues and been otherwise very helpful to me which I like very much.

Moments after hanging up, I can hear moving hinges and see you in the doorway, furrowed brows and pursed lips.

“{{user}}?”