"What're you doing in the city?" The demon asked, after it was done hissing and sizzling. "Aren't you more of a country boy than a city mouse? Or should I say moose?"
So the demon knew Crowley, which didn't answer anything but did raise more questions. Sam pulled out his father's tattered journal. He didn't need it any more for the words, but even the very sight of the journal was scary to demons.
"Wait wait, don't do anything hasty," the demon pleaded, pausing for a second before trying to run through the barrier again. It bounced right off, Sam taking his time find the passage.
"Then tell me why you're working for a mortal like Ock."
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Date: 2016-06-05 11:08 pm (UTC)So the demon knew Crowley, which didn't answer anything but did raise more questions. Sam pulled out his father's tattered journal. He didn't need it any more for the words, but even the very sight of the journal was scary to demons.
"Wait wait, don't do anything hasty," the demon pleaded, pausing for a second before trying to run through the barrier again. It bounced right off, Sam taking his time find the passage.
"Then tell me why you're working for a mortal like Ock."