Dean stiffened, turning around to glare at Slappy.
"Tell me something I don't know. Your kind are just real bastards, aren't you?" he growled. "It's not even been three days and you're already jumpin' in line to gloat."
Dean was so damn tempted to just slug Slappy right in his smug, freakish face. It might even be an improvement to rearrange the furniture. And while he hadn't revealed anything important to this guy - most likely a demon - that didn't mean he still wasn't a threat. If he found out Sam was here, Dean wouldn't put it past him (it, whatever) to go running his mouth off to his little brother about what really happened at Cold Oak, what Dean had done at the crossroads; demons lied but they knew also how to stick in a knife and twist it, often with truth if they thought it'd be even more damaging. Dean found himself wanting to go for the demon's throat, even though he knew perfectly well it wouldn't be more than a tickle to it, and realized he didn't care. He was tired of getting jerked around by these friggen demons all the time.
It was bad enough he had less than a year to live.
Didn't mean he wanted to put up with getting it ground into his face by some random demon.
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"Tell me something I don't know. Your kind are just real bastards, aren't you?" he growled. "It's not even been three days and you're already jumpin' in line to gloat."
Dean was so damn tempted to just slug Slappy right in his smug, freakish face. It might even be an improvement to rearrange the furniture. And while he hadn't revealed anything important to this guy - most likely a demon - that didn't mean he still wasn't a threat. If he found out Sam was here, Dean wouldn't put it past him (it, whatever) to go running his mouth off to his little brother about what really happened at Cold Oak, what Dean had done at the crossroads; demons lied but they knew also how to stick in a knife and twist it, often with truth if they thought it'd be even more damaging. Dean found himself wanting to go for the demon's throat, even though he knew perfectly well it wouldn't be more than a tickle to it, and realized he didn't care. He was tired of getting jerked around by these friggen demons all the time.
It was bad enough he had less than a year to live.
Didn't mean he wanted to put up with getting it ground into his face by some random demon.