"Oh, yeah?" You took a step closer, "Do I have to kill you first?"
"Me," He nodded, "And the twenty others outside that door." He gestured with his thumb behind him, "But first, that hex bag..." He looked at his minion dead on the floor, tilted his head and smiled, "You took it."
You didn't answer him because you were trying to figure a way out of this. Keeping your glare on his face, watching his movements, your mind was spinning. Twenty? He could be bluffing, but by the way he carried himself and had demons at his command, he was high up the food chain.
You had three plays.
One, you could call Cas like Dean suggested, but he wasn't juiced enough to bring you both back so he'd either be stuck here with you to fight and possibly die or just be here long enough to watch you die.
No, that wasn't an option.
Two, you could go out guns blazing and see what happens, maybe he was bluffing after all. Normally, you would go for this because you had nothing to lose, but lately you gained a whole lot that you weren't ready to give up just yet. Hell, you'd never be ready.
And the third option,
"What do you want?"
This caught his attention, cutting himself off midsentence of whatever he was going on about.
"You." He sneered, glaring at you.
A chill ran down your spine at his stern voice and before you could make a move, he said something you must've misheard, it wasn't English, but you fell to the ground and everything went black.
Waking up is never the fun part and you never get used to it.
"Oh good, she's up." You heard the now all too familiar voice.
"Oh, Crowley, you dumb bitch." You laughed, sitting up in the tiny cage that was built into the wall of hell's throne room.
"Excuse me?" He asked in disbelief, getting off his chair and coming over to bang on the cage with a large stick.
"So, this is hell." You observed out loud, ignoring him and the pounding headache you were currently sporting, "Kind of stuffy."
"Get her out!" He commanded loudly and in a moment a demon was unlocking your cage, pulling you out by the chains on your wrists.
He also chained your ankles together. Smart move.
"Do I get a tour?" You asked, pretending to sound excited, and then in a much duller tone added, "Please say no."
"Put her in the torture room." He demanded, looking at you the whole time.
"The torture room?" You asked, sounding exciting again, and clapping your hands together, "What fun!"
The two demons handled you roughly as they dragged you out of the room and when you would go just a little too slow or fast for their liking, one of them punched you in the face.
"Wow," You smirked, which only seemed to make him angrier, "I think I'm gonna kill you first."
"Shut up, bitch." He spat and you rolled your eyes.
Reaching what you assumed was considered the 'torture room' they threw you in a metal chair that was screwed to the floor.
Another smart move.
They cuffed your wrists and ankles to it and then the other one gave you a swift punch to the stomach while the first one laughed.
"You got something against me too?" You asked them, cringing from the pain.
