Deal
Damn it!.. Damn him!... Azazel should have known better than to take a hospital janitor for a vessel. That dude must have been on suppesants for a decade on so, as it was mandatory for hospital staff. And now, when the demon's essence burned the effect out... the hormones basically exploded. Azazel's head spun from that... painful... overwhelming... urge... that... need... his sight was going blurry, muscles delirious, vitals twisting. @soaringontornwings And the worst thing was John fucking Winchester, standing before him, ready to accept any terms to save his dumb son's life. The demon wasn't thinking clearly anymore. He just... had... to get rid of that fucking... "Here's the deal" Azazel purred, narrowing his eyes "I save Dean. You mate me."
