Jensen found himself lying on a bed, hands tied to the headboard. He let his eyes get used to the gloomy light and then looked at his surroundings. "Hm. Pineapples. Guessing you didn't hop far on that ride." The brunette standing at the window, turned and smiled at him. "No, sugar. Crowley doesn't want you in Hell just yet. Chaces that another angelhorde comes to get you out are not to be taken lightly. Those sanctimonious sparrows caused a whole heap of damage last time. Best not to invite them back." The smile turned nasty. "Besides, I'm going to have so much fun watching your brother and that angel search the planet for you, and all the while you're in the same motel as their basecamp." Jensen smirked. "You must think they're stupid." This time she laughed. "I know they are. I watched as that big galoot brother of yours fell to his knees and cried out when I popped you off."
Jensen was taken aback. Jared did what? The thought that Jared cried out for him, not to act, because who would he be acting for, made Jensen all the more determined to get out of there. He pulled at the bonds to see if he could loosen them. The movement had the demon on him in a flash. "Now now, gorgeous, don't be stupid." she cooed, whilst putting the tip of a viscious looking dagger at his jaw. "I don't want to damage you, but if you get creative, I will have no choice." He clenched his jaw, making the muscles move. "You bitch." he growled. "Just you wait until Cas and my brother get here. You'll be sorry you ever touched me." The demon laughed a silvery laugh. "We don't have that long." she said and nicked his neck just under the jawline, not deep, but it did bleed. The demon caught the burgundy stream in a plastic cup and turned away, stirring the red liquid with one finger. Jensen panicked. He'd seen the technique on the show. She was calling Crowley. He kicked out with his boot, sending the cup flying.
The demon hissed, frustrated. "You imbicile. You know I can get more where that came from." Jensen smiled grimly as he felt the blood begin to dry up on his neck. His green eyes flashed and an idea came to his adrenaline rushed mind. "Not too often. You don't want to bleed me out, do you, bitch?" he taunted. She stradled his lap and put the knifetip on his chest. "No... But I can milk you a few more times, pretty boy." 'Cas... Please, this is Jensen. I'm in the same freaking motel as before. Pineapple themed room. Hurry up. This bitch is two seconds from calling Crowley.' Jensen prayed.