Black eyes, no soul

Say no more. “ Bobby said wondering if Sam had issues with him being back”

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Sam grunted as he hit the wall, feeling winded, “You’re no better than all the others we’ve gotten rid of.”

"'Crept your fifty words won't do squat." The demon approached but for s moment the eyes changed back to Bobby's and the demon hesitated.

The demon that had been bobby Singer, laughed.  “Your fifty words ain’t gonna do squat.”  He smiled.  “You see, I ain’t In bobby, I am bobby, what he becomes anyway.” 

Sam sneered at the demon, “Who do you think you’re fooling?” Sam reached for the flask of holy water he kept in his pocket, “Ghosts don’t become demons. How did you even get this body?!”

The demon laughed.  “Your friend ain’t a ghost.  He’s a bound soul, lots different, all sorts of things can become of a bound soul.  An’ me, I’ve always ‘zisted, jus’ now I’m tied to Singer, I leave an’ he’s in a whole world of hurt.

Sam scoffed slightly, “Any what? I’m just supposed to believe you that I’m doing Bobby a favor by letting you wear him?”

The demon that used to be Bobby laughed. “Try your fifty words, it ain’t gonna help him none. I can come or go as I please, but Bobby, without me, well, empty vessels tend to corrupt. And he is empty but not dead.”

“So what? You just hear to taunt me?” Sam glared, feeling a bit trapped at the situation.

The demon laughed. “No, I came to kill ya. An then I go after dean. An then, there ain’t no more Robert. Not after killin his boys. Taking teir souls back to hell.”

“And I’m just supposed to roll over for you? I’m not letting you do that to Bobby. You demons sure have a lot of nerve.”

The demon who had been bobby flung his hand out pinning sam to the wall. "I ain't your normal demon, boy."

The demon that had been bobby Singer, laughed.  “Your fifty words ain’t gonna do squat.”  He smiled.  “You see, I ain’t In bobby, I am bobby, what he becomes anyway.” 

Sam sneered at the demon, “Who do you think you’re fooling?” Sam reached for the flask of holy water he kept in his pocket, “Ghosts don’t become demons. How did you even get this body?!”

The demon laughed.  “Your friend ain’t a ghost.  He’s a bound soul, lots different, all sorts of things can become of a bound soul.  An’ me, I’ve always ‘zisted, jus’ now I’m tied to Singer, I leave an’ he’s in a whole world of hurt.

Sam scoffed slightly, “Any what? I’m just supposed to believe you that I’m doing Bobby a favor by letting you wear him?”

The demon that used to be Bobby laughed. “Try your fifty words, it ain’t gonna help him none. I can come or go as I please, but Bobby, without me, well, empty vessels tend to corrupt. And he is empty but not dead.”

“So what? You just hear to taunt me?” Sam glared, feeling a bit trapped at the situation.

The demon laughed. “No, I came to kill ya. An then I go after dean. An then, there ain’t no more Robert. Not after killin his boys. Taking teir souls back to hell.”

The demon that had been bobby Singer, laughed.  “Your fifty words ain’t gonna do squat.”  He smiled.  “You see, I ain’t In bobby, I am bobby, what he becomes anyway.” 

Sam sneered at the demon, “Who do you think you’re fooling?” Sam reached for the flask of holy water he kept in his pocket, “Ghosts don’t become demons. How did you even get this body?!”

The demon laughed.  “Your friend ain’t a ghost.  He’s a bound soul, lots different, all sorts of things can become of a bound soul.  An’ me, I’ve always ‘zisted, jus’ now I’m tied to Singer, I leave an’ he’s in a whole world of hurt.

Sam scoffed slightly, “Any what? I’m just supposed to believe you that I’m doing Bobby a favor by letting you wear him?”

The demon that used to be Bobby laughed. "Try your fifty words, it ain't gonna help him none. I can come or go as I please, but Bobby, without me, well, empty vessels tend to corrupt. And he is empty but not dead."

The demon that had been bobby Singer, laughed.  “Your fifty words ain’t gonna do squat.”  He smiled.  “You see, I ain’t In bobby, I am bobby, what he becomes anyway.” 

Sam sneered at the demon, “Who do you think you’re fooling?” Sam reached for the flask of holy water he kept in his pocket, “Ghosts don’t become demons. How did you even get this body?!”

The demon laughed.  “Your friend ain’t a ghost.  He’s a bound soul, lots different, all sorts of things can become of a bound soul.  An’ me, I’ve always ‘zisted, jus’ now I’m tied to Singer, I leave an’ he’s in a whole world of hurt.

The demon that had been bobby Singer, laughed.  “Your fifty words ain’t gonna do squat.”  He smiled.  “You see, I ain’t In bobby, I am bobby, what he becomes anyway.” 

Because it is possible for me, ain’t nothin more than a snap of the fingers for me.  Can take away the worst thing that ever happened to you, or her.

The question is, might it make you a better person?

I am hell itself even cain feared me. No one can kill me because im not alive and you have a soul, twisted as it is, but if you dont care then i guess Ill move on to your brother