Dean pulled out his gun and aimed it straight at her head. "Alright play-time's over. What are you?"

"What are you talking about?" Téras played stupid.

"I know for a fact that Cas's drugs haven't worn off. Not to mention, he never acts like that when he's stoned. So answer the question. What are you?"

Téras sighed and leaned against a tree. "Ever read the Bible, Dean?"

"Of course."

"I can tell when you're lying." Dean's jaw clenched a bit. "Anyways, I'm talking specifically about the book of Revelation. I'm sure if your little angel was more alert at the moment he could tell you a lot more about it."

Cas narrowed his eyes and murmured, "You're the beast from the sea."

"Very good! At least you remember something from Bible school, because you obviously don't remember Leviticus 18:22." Cas glared at her, muttering something under his breath as he shifted his eyes to Dean.

She chuckled, enjoying the fact that it was this easy to get under their skin. "Naturally this isn't my true form. My master decided that I would blend in much more as a helpless little girl. Seems he was right."

"Who's you're master - or whatever?" Dean struggled to understand why this monster would approach them so casually.

"Isn't it obvious? You have many names for him; the Morning Star, Lucifer, Satan... Maybe even Sammy." Dean lodged four rounds into her chest. "Really, Dean? Do you honestly think that was going to work?"

"It was worth a shot, bitch."

"We can't kill her, Dean."

"And why the fuck not?"

"Because to kill her it requires an olive branch from the Holy Land covered with the blood of the brothers."

"What brothers?"

"Michael and Lucifer."

"Son of a bitch."

"Good luck getting that!" She laughed. "Speaking of Lucifer, by the way, he brought me here to give you an invitation."