He had you right where he wanted you, the dumbass demon that he had trying to hunt for years now that just loved to taunt and play with him tied up below him. If only Sam would get back with that damn holy water. He was taking way to long, and you were making flirty passes and jokes, just over all not taking this seriously. And he was normally all for flirty banter, but you were a literal demon. You had killed people. “Dammit Sammy… where the hell are you..?” he murmured under his breath.