He tilts his head back, studying the ceiling with morbid curiosity.
Darkness spills across his eyes, pooling like ink.
"You ask me, he's in way over his head."
It was this room before, wasn't it? The demon wasn't here long last time before the fucking Winchesters got all exorcism-happy, but it's not like the house is that big.
In any case, there's no sign of the devil's trap now, and no sense of restraint as he cautiously edges his way further into the room.
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Date: 2009-07-21 04:16 am (UTC)Darkness spills across his eyes, pooling like ink.
"You ask me, he's in way over his head."
It was this room before, wasn't it? The demon wasn't here long last time before the fucking Winchesters got all exorcism-happy, but it's not like the house is that big.
In any case, there's no sign of the devil's trap now, and no sense of restraint as he cautiously edges his way further into the room.