🙌 // sam
Sam's hand snaps around the demon's throat faster than expected, heat of the moment be thanked. It... tickles. Human limbs lack the strength to bruise one like Cain. Sans subjecting the hunter to immediate backlash, he merely bares his teeth in a challenging grin— in no moment breaks eye contact. " Is that all you've got, boy? "
Killing Sam was never the goal. Serving Lucifer once more bestowed upon Cain a different task involving this Winchester; to prepare him, prepare the ideal vessel. And what's a better method than kindle his anger, passion, despair? No warning, no hint precedes the demon pushing forward to slam Sam backward into the opposite wall ere he pins him there. Staying unnervingly close, enough to make warm breath felt against skin. " Show me your rage. Every last bit of it. "