The demon was right about humans but Mary wasn’t exactly a normal human. As a hunter, she’d seen and experienced more than the average person and she believed in a hell of a lot more than they did. Plus she was curious who he answered to. The Winchesters had tangled with their share of Hell’s higher-ups and maybe it was someone they had a grudge against too.

“Of course it matters. Whoever you’re working for must have some serious sway if the consequences are as bad as you say.” For the first time Mary’s features soften a bit, not out of sympathy or kindness, but because of the opportunity. “There are always other options.” 

_{Sometimes there were other options, but he didn’t have any. At least working for a crossroads demon was easier than who know’s what else. It wasn’t much, but it was a start, something to keep him off of certain radar’s, and out of trouble.} 

_{“Doesn’t matter,” he said bluntly, “Never does for my kind…even if you wish it did.” He may have avoided other demons like the plague, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t call them his kind when it was the easiest thing to do, “There are no other options. Not when you’re no longer human or… never was to start with.”}