The girl laughs mockingly at Stark's quips, which doesn't really surprise him, because he is a funny sonofabitch. However, her verbal response does take him by surprise. "Please, Stark. I wouldn't fuck you with Azazel's dick, no matter how much you begged for it."
His mind might be shocked and bewildered, but his body reacts without any input from upstairs. Transferring the hold from her chest to her throat, Stark shoves the girl down, hard, her head making a hollow noise against the heavy wood of the table. He leans with her, eyes narrow and colder than ever. "Sure you've got me at a disadvantage, darlin'. Have we met?"
"Didn't expect you to still be with Dean," the girl-demon goes on. "I guess it is two-for-one, after all. Imagine how pleased my new master will be when I can hand over both of you."
Stark curses to himself. He expected to encounter Hellions somewhere along their road, but this is sooner than he'd hoped for. "Your new master?" Though speaking as if casually, his mind is all over the place. He can't get to the knife in his boot right now, not without releasing her, and that's undoubtedly a bad idea.
"Yes, you killed my previous one. Under orders, from your previous master. You thought no one was watching, but I was there." Any playful tone the stripper had is gone, now; she's furious, but nowhere near as calm as Stark is. "I was there, and I saw exactly what you did. So when Dean here, and his friends, opened a gateway to Earth, I took my chance. I was going to find that girl of yours, and give her an instant replay."
Whatever Stark's face was doing before, it's worse now; harder, more intent, and he's maybe losing his cool, too. His teeth are clenched so hard that he can't reply, and the hand around the girl's throat is so tight that, were she human, she would have been fully asphyxiated by now.
"How disappointed I was to find that Mason had already done away with her. But this is okay, this is better. Do you think Alice will be waiting for you back in Hell?"
And that's enough. It's too much. Stark's mind shuts down somewhere around hearing Alice's name, and he jerks the girl off the table by the chokehold. Once she's in the air, her feet off the ground, Stark barks a single Hellion word that sends her flying across the room to crash through a pane of glass and onto the balcony. Once's she's landed, Stark is crouching to bring the black blade from his boot, fully intending on leaving her body in small, undead chunks, to suffer eternally. As he takes measured steps across the room, he doesn't appear to even see Winchester.
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Date: 2013-04-27 04:57 am (UTC)His mind might be shocked and bewildered, but his body reacts without any input from upstairs. Transferring the hold from her chest to her throat, Stark shoves the girl down, hard, her head making a hollow noise against the heavy wood of the table. He leans with her, eyes narrow and colder than ever. "Sure you've got me at a disadvantage, darlin'. Have we met?"
"Didn't expect you to still be with Dean," the girl-demon goes on. "I guess it is two-for-one, after all. Imagine how pleased my new master will be when I can hand over both of you."
Stark curses to himself. He expected to encounter Hellions somewhere along their road, but this is sooner than he'd hoped for. "Your new master?" Though speaking as if casually, his mind is all over the place. He can't get to the knife in his boot right now, not without releasing her, and that's undoubtedly a bad idea.
"Yes, you killed my previous one. Under orders, from your previous master. You thought no one was watching, but I was there." Any playful tone the stripper had is gone, now; she's furious, but nowhere near as calm as Stark is. "I was there, and I saw exactly what you did. So when Dean here, and his friends, opened a gateway to Earth, I took my chance. I was going to find that girl of yours, and give her an instant replay."
Whatever Stark's face was doing before, it's worse now; harder, more intent, and he's maybe losing his cool, too. His teeth are clenched so hard that he can't reply, and the hand around the girl's throat is so tight that, were she human, she would have been fully asphyxiated by now.
"How disappointed I was to find that Mason had already done away with her. But this is okay, this is better. Do you think Alice will be waiting for you back in Hell?"
And that's enough. It's too much. Stark's mind shuts down somewhere around hearing Alice's name, and he jerks the girl off the table by the chokehold. Once she's in the air, her feet off the ground, Stark barks a single Hellion word that sends her flying across the room to crash through a pane of glass and onto the balcony. Once's she's landed, Stark is crouching to bring the black blade from his boot, fully intending on leaving her body in small, undead chunks, to suffer eternally. As he takes measured steps across the room, he doesn't appear to even see Winchester.