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"Bump, bump, bump goes the specters.
Bang, bang, bang goes the Winchesters."
The demon hisses at the two little girls sitting on the floor, singing their rhyme.
He's old enough to remember the Winchesters. They were all but forgotten now. Their legacy reduced down to nothing but a children's rhyme, that even the hunters can't recall the origin of. Most demons don't even remember that time when the brother's beat back Heaven and Hell, but he'd been there and he did remember, and even after all that time that name still sends a cold shiver of fear down him.
"Black eyes, say your goodbyes.
Got a fist full of salt, gonna make it all HALT!"
The two little girls finished with a shout, before bursting out into giggles. The blonde smiles up at him, as he's wearing her grandmother's skin, he grins down, knowing that there won't be any Winchesters to make him halt.
