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           “I highly doubt that.” 

Being overconfident of not just himself, but his abilities was common place these days. Even more so when he was around people that appeared younger then him. If anything, he was going to show what he could do, and so what if he overestimated himself? As long as he was able to hold up to his boats, everything would turn out in his favor. It had to it always did.

          “See, in my mind, I doubt you can do much of anything.”

Of course, he had been wrong before. Several times in-fact, but he wouldn’t admit it to anyone or even himself if he was being honest. Admission of guilt or even wrong doing to anyone wasn’t something he could do. Not now and certainly not around people he didn’t trust.

/ @youdietonight xxx

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Being stabbed right in the chest wouldn’t do much usually. His body, as much as it was his own, was still simply a vessel, and given enough time, he could repair it.

Yet, the problem came into play with the blade. It had been dipped in holy water and covered in salt. For most Demons, they would have either screamed, or simply laughed about it. They already served their time on the rack to know that pain wouldn’t do much to hurt them, but they usually got sent back to hell shortly after.

For Ky, all it did was make him annoyed. If not for the pain, for the man who was holding it. A hunter, one of the few people who could track, and send his kind back to where they belonged.

Of course, he wasn’t going to let that happen. Not when so much was on the line already,“That the best you can do?” The words, for the most part, were said through gritted teeth, “You want answers? Try harder.”

// @youdietonight – John Winchester