When it came down to demons, Dean wasn't the merciful type. Sam was the one who did the whole touchy-feely, lovey-dovey thing with monsters, not him. He went in for the kill, got shit done. So the thing is, he doesn't actually know why he hasn't just offed you yet.

Well, he does. He needs information, but still—he's actually being quite courteous for his standards. Not that they're actually that high in the first place but still. He's being the baguest bit nice to you and he kind of hates himself for it. At the same time, he's still being a little shit about it, manhandling you like no one's fucking business.

His hands tighten around your neck for a moment, veins in his hands flexing for a moment with his grip on you. He's keeping you pressed against the wall, and the only reason you haven't fucking fleed is because there's a pentagram drawn on the ceiling above you for the sole reason of keeping you there and pissing you off.

When you start struggling against him, a quiet laugh slips past his lips and he lets you go, though you can't get out from where you are due to the pentagram.

"Poor you, huh?" Dean's head tilts to the side a little and his green eyes rake over you, taking you in. They linger in certain points, far too inappropriate for what's occurring at this moment but neither of you really mind. You'd have to kill him to get it out of him though. Or not. He squeezes for extra measure then lets you go.

You'd helped Ruby get in contact with him and Sam, and now she was on their hit list (She'd been on his for so damn long already) because of the whole betrayal thing. You're now a total person of interest. A pretty one. yeah. But you're also a demon, so a source of information.