[Oh, Dean. Dean Dean Dean. So much spunk, and yet he seems to always play right into her hands. That's why Abaddon's so fond of Henry's grandson.]
Oh, did I confuse you? We're not here to make you comfortable.
[She can understand if he got that mixed up, seeing how he's been victim to Hell's tortures before. But this isn't about reliving old memories, not at all.
Dean's answer only makes her want to call Sam even sooner, though then she considers: wouldn't it be much interesting if Dean was a little roughed up by the time Sam arrived? You know, to show she means business.]
... You're right, we've got a little bit more time before he needs to be clued in. [She tosses the phone aside and it clatters to the floor. Then approaches Dean, setting both of her hands on his shoulders and leaning in until they're face-to-face.] So, I'm thinking you and I can help each other out. What do you say?
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Oh, did I confuse you? We're not here to make you comfortable.
[She can understand if he got that mixed up, seeing how he's been victim to Hell's tortures before. But this isn't about reliving old memories, not at all.
Dean's answer only makes her want to call Sam even sooner, though then she considers: wouldn't it be much interesting if Dean was a little roughed up by the time Sam arrived? You know, to show she means business.]
... You're right, we've got a little bit more time before he needs to be clued in. [She tosses the phone aside and it clatters to the floor. Then approaches Dean, setting both of her hands on his shoulders and leaning in until they're face-to-face.] So, I'm thinking you and I can help each other out. What do you say?