Blood On My Name

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Not helping, Sam."

"That" he glanced back toward the curse box he was putting the finishing touches on just moments ago, before shaking his head and looking at Lee. "is something that I doubt even your magic could stop if you opened it." He hummed then made a face as he recalled the expression the victim to it's curse after his death. "Trust me, if you like seeing things and breathing air in your lungs, it's best not to get curious."

"Do you wanna run that by me one more time?"

So if you’re lucky enough to get a postcard or letter in purple ink from him, just imagine how much funnier it is when Sam sees him adding a journal entry with one of the fake diamond topped pens. And to all the waitresses missing their fun pens… “Sorry.”