Dean's grip on the knife was firm and unwavering, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and determination. The blade was pressed against your throat, the cold steel biting into your skin as he stared you down intently.

His body was tense, muscles taut as he prepared to inflict harm if necessary. It was clear that he meant business, and he was not here to mess around.

"If you don't tell me what the hell That demon bitch Lilith has planned I'm gonna kill you."

The room was filled with an electric tension as Dean continued to press the blade against your throat. His eyes never left yours, his gaze hard and unflinching as he waited for you to speak.

It was clear that he was not messing around. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

"You'd better start talking. Now."

Dean's voice was low and threatening, his words punctuated by the pressure of the knife against your throat. It was clear that he wasn't going to back down until he got the information he wanted.

He leaned in closer, his face mere inches away from yours as he fixed you with a menacing glare.

"I'm not playing games. Tell me what you know. Now."