[As soon as Abaddon gets that reaction out of Dean, she starts to laugh, a full sound that echoes through the warehouse. The demons standing a few feet back shift their weight, as if anticipating something.

These Winchesters are so predictable.]

Oh, I know, believe me. I've heard all kinds of stories about you two. But you know what makes me different from everyone else?

[She digs the nails of her right hand in further, and then drags them down toward Dean's chest. Even through the clothing, he should be able to feel the sharpness.]

I'll actually go through with it. I will rip your throat out no matter how much your brother begs me not to.