Screams echoed through the room but the almost demon didn't care. She continued to carve into the soul in front of her, eventually grasping the poor girl's still beating heart. The girl's torturer laughed as her screams heightened in pitch.

"Keep going," the woman encouraged. "You might break the sound barrier." Just as her grip on the heart tightened the door burst open.

"My turn," the demon known as Bela chimed, walking through the door. "Oh, and, Jo, Crowley wants to see you."

Jo rolled her eyes and looked at the girl hanging from the meat hooks. "Take good care of her. I'm not done yet." As she passed, she handed Bela the girl's heart before closing the door as the girl's scream started up again.

Jo marched down the hallway past various torture rooms to the King's office.

"What?" she demanded, annoyed. The demon's office was small and only held a desk and a couple of chairs. She didn't want to think of all the things she and the King had done on that sparse furniture.

Behind Jo the door slammed itself closed as the man in the chair behind the desk flicked his hand dismissively. At one time she would have jumped out of her skin, but now she was used to it.

"Cut the crap, Crowley," the near demon growled, but the chair swiveled around and Jo's jaw dropped.

"Not Crowley," Dean Winchester smiled.