Pouter pigeon proud, Rodney strutted through the corridors of the big house, smirking at the thought of what Crowley would say about the demise of Sam Winchester.
"Don't go near the Winchesters," the King of Hell had warned. "They'll toast your knickers!"
Rodney snorted. The King must be losing his edge. Besting the hunter had been easy, once Rodney laid a blade across a hostage's throat. And the look on Winchester's face when the girl smiled and flashed black eyes at her would-be rescuer?
Classic!
Next on the list?
Dean Winchester.
And, just maybe, that puffed-up pretender on Hell's throne!