"It's pretty damned simple," Dean said snarkily. "Witch equals skeeve."
"I am going to cut out your heart!"
"Yeah, probably not," Dean smirked, rattling his chains flirtatiously.
The woman reached into her robe and pulled out a wicked-looking blade.
Dean laughed. "Really?"
Her smile was evil.
Dean cleared his throat. "I think you should know something."
"I don't have time for your inane prattle!"
"It's just, this whole evil villain monologuing thing?"
She raised the knife. "Talk fast."
Dean grinned, shrugged. "It kinda gave my brother time to sneak up behind you so he could shoot you in the head."