"ĐŁeah, sounds fun. You supply the clowns and Iâll hang streamers.â Adam is really not concerned with convincing this woman of the veracity of anything he says. Even before she responds to the Christo, the way she stands and moves and the tone of her worlds are already proclaiming her an enemy. At least she appears to be the type to play with her food instead of just the pounce-and-kill sort.
 When her eyes black out, Adam instinctively straightens his back (as if a height advantage will be of any use), lifting his chin and curling his fingers more securely around the grip of the revolver without removing it from his pocket.  "Really?  But I figured your secret out all by myself.  I bet you can make the effort to discover mine.â
Watching her step forward with narrowed eyes, the kid resolutely (and maybe stupidly) stands his ground. Â Heâs aware that he canât run. Â Neither can he allow this demon bitch to snatch him away or even best him; Dean would get all tetchy and Sam would look disappointed and neither of them would want to let him leave the hotel alone again. Â Inside the opposite pocket, his left hand is freeing the cap from the top of the holy water flask. Â
âHoney, I always take the long way home.  Iâve got holy water and Iâve got silver bullets etched with devilsâ traps.  Win or lose, youâre not getting away from here without damageâŠunless, you step away now, and let me pass freely.â  Normally he might be ashamed to bargain with a demon, but Adam isnât the sort to have an inflated sense of his own abilities.  Heâd merely like to get home unscathed, and he has not completely embraced the Winchester âSave Everyone Else and (Repeatedly) Die Tryingâ family motto.
âOoooh, someoneâs got a smart mouth on âem, huh? Yâknow, thatâs hardly how you speak to a lady? Especially not one who knows your big brothers.âÂ
Of course, the last bit meant nothing. She couldnât stand either of the Winchester brothers and she knew that the feeling was more or less mutual. But why not play around a little? She didnât have any plans going on for the night. Clearly, neither did he.Â
Raising a brow at the threat, she couldnât help but laugh out loud. Was he really trying to bargain with her thinking sheâd willingly go along with any of it?
âOh, sweetie, I donât make deals. Thatâs hardly my forte. Slow torture is usually the game I play, hopefully you can keep up.âÂ
Slipping a knife out of her pocket - she was still working on snagging the demon killing knife from Dean-o - she squared herself up to the youngest Winchester, not bothering to show any ounce of fear. Sheâd been threatened way too many times to count in the past. It was pretty meaningless at that point. What did she have to worry about, really?
âNow, youâre going to tell me what you know, you understand? Thatâs how the game works.â
Noticing his hands in his pockets, she reached for both of them, slowly and almost delicately revealing their contents.Â
âYou donât need these,â she added, plucking the items from his hands with only a slight struggle.Â
Time to have a little fun.
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