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              Sam wasn’t scared of demons. Maybe he had been, at the beginning, when they officially existed in his mind. Their black and soulless eyes, whole beings taking over a human’s body only to ruin it and leave it lying around somewhere. It was degrading, and wrong, and the fear had been there at Sam’s first encounter with one. Now he just wanted to send each and every one back where they belonged. And so the threat to bring his “family” into the situation did not phase Sam a bit, besides the smirk that appeared at the corners of his lips. “I didn’t know demons were team players,” he joked, fingers never faltering on the colt. “Can’t handle things yourself?”

             _{“i don’t consider myself a demon.” at least for the moment, but knowing ky that would change. especially if he didn’t control his more violent urges. “but you’re right. they are not team players – unless you hold respect.” even then, it was a fifty fifty change most demons would do anything. his family, on the other hand… there was more of a eighty twenty chance they would show up. or at least pull something down the line. “then again,” he continued on. “i just thought you should know what would happen. if you decide to go towards a more violent route… when i haven’t caused any trouble for you.”}