Dean was right, of course, and his argument would have worked had the soulless lawyer cared. Unfortunately, the one who did was not the one who was driving right now and all Dean managed to do was piss off the one in charge.

"You say that as if I care what that soul thinks," the demon hissed as he forced his way in. Whatever blood he didn't get enough to slick himself with was given in abundance when Dean started to bleed. "You say it as if I will be the one who can't forgive myself." He shoved all the way in and stopped to lean over Dean, close enough that his fangs brushed the human's ear. "Well wrong lawyer, Deano. This is the soulless one."