‘ BRAT.
“Might slow you down enough to get me out of here. Call me crazy, but smiting isn’t my thing.” Besides, the knife wasn’t the important thing. It’s the wielder. Meg was always fast and smart. You had to be, in her line of work. It was why Azazel chose her to help implement his plans. Meg was a demon to be feared, even if she didn’t look it anymore. She was once the top of the demonic food chain, before the Winchesters and their angels started stomping on her territory. Now she’s fighting just to live. “Care to test your theory?”
❝ I would think appeasement would be closer to your ultimate goal--seeing as you want to walk out of here. ❞ At the very most, enough damage could be done to allow an escape, but then what, she wondered. What plan did the other have that could possibly save her after incurring the wrath of something she was clearly so ill-equipped to handle? ❝ You can try, if you would like, but if I may? Your life doesn’t matter enough to me to bother trying to kill you at this point--unless you give me a reason. ❞




















