“A demon gave it to me.” Sam shrugged and tucked the blade back into his coat, not bothering to elaborate any further, it wasn’t as if he owed the other an explanation. “It kills, well, it kills anyone like you.”
˜”*°•. ❝ Good idea. Trust me. Coming across with the demons in this place ? A torment really. ❞ The implication of a threat going uncommented, disregarded almost. Instead, his attention remained fixed on the building ahead, scrutinizing it just briefly. Despite the small jokes here and there encountering any kind of demon was far from his aspirations indeed. Especially now. Especially, when the Winchesters had shown a faint willingness to cooperate. ❝ Well, here we are. Just like I promised. See ? The stone must be inside. At least, theoritically. You should go and check. ❞