~Eight~Limbo~
"I must say, I like what you've done with the place. You've really added your own flair since the last time we were here."
Sam ignored the demon with his brother's face and, without any fanfare, walked to the podium at the back of the room and began his preparations. He took the syringe and drew a vial of blood from his glowing arms.
"No confessions? No professing of your sins to the one Almighty?" the demon noted. "I think you're missing a few steps here, Sammy. Not that I'm surprised since you never could do anything right." The demon noted the confessional behind him with a tilt of his head. "No need to worry. I'll wait right here."
Sam held the syringe in his hand in the ready position but held back from taking the first step towards the creature that was once his brother.
"I already said my confessions," Sam responded.
"Well, I must have been asleep when you did it because I didn't hear you." The demon sang like the words were a happy child's song.
"I said them outside. We're good."
"Are we?" the demon retorted. "I'm betting you didn't say your 'hail Mary's. That's not very Christian of you."
"We're good," Sam repeated in a firm tone that he hoped belied the emotions he felt inside.
"Yeah, yeah. Maybe you." The demon shrugged. "I stress the 'maybe'. Me...not so much."
Sam took a couple steps closer and his body tensed in preparation to his first attack. "We're going to change that, Dean."
The demon just gave Sam a big grin and a laugh. "Yeah, right. Abandon all hope, Sammy. We're going to go on one hell of a trip."
Sam responded by stabbing the syringe in the demon's neck.