( you'd think dean would be used to people just showing up next to him, but this time it leaves him feeling uncomfortable in a way cas' fluttering never did. there's something deeply, deeply wrong about the presence next to him. he tightens his grip on his switchblade, wishes he had a gun instead.

and then he looks. his entire body tenses, every muscle on high alert.

yellow eyes stare back at him from the darkness.

and now he wishes he hadn't lost his goddamn angel blade. )

So now you're into kids, huh? Graduated from feeding them demon blood, thought you'd take one for a spin yourself? Not this time, you evil son of a bitch.

( he wonders what the hell kind of game this is, what azazel is even doing here, how he got here. he's almost willing to believe the afterlife crap if it means azazel is still dead. because the alternative ... the alternative means john died for nothing. and just the thought of that makes his blood boil with rage. unfortunately, right now he doesn't have a lot of options. what good is a knife against a demon? none. so he starts to chant. )

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,
omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.