_{noprodigalson:}

_{the glass tips back, emptying the rest of it’s contents into the winchester’s mouth as they swallow. it burned, but it still wasn’t enough. dean wasn’t sure what he was chasing in this particular moment, but nothing was satisfying. hearing the comment, he stands up to grab a new drink, shaking his head. it takes a while, but dean finally responds, emotion building up as he stews on the statement. his fingers clench the glass tightly, enough for him to hear the material crack before he turns and throws the offending item against the wall.} “ _{well I never fucking wanted it}! ”

_{the demon’s eyes shifted from the ceiling towards dean. he knew that the other was frustrated, but as to what extent? not even he knew. a reason to why he was attempting to not push the other to the edge. dean may have been important to ky’lar, but he wasn’t above putting the other in their place, “ it would be wise to remember who you’re speaking with. ” he said it simply as a way for dean to remember who he was talking with, but ky hoped that dean would push things further, “ it would be a shame to see you…” his lips pursed into a thin line as he moved to stand up and attempt to shift the conversation another way, “ do you want to leave, dean? ”}