There was an unamused sound that could have been a laugh from Scorpius. "At the rate things are going, most of us are going to be dead by the end of the year. Between Manes and the Winchesters. Well, and Rogers is spiral out of control too."
Really, it was starting to get to the point that Scorpius was seriously considering drinking one of the poisons he kept on hand. Except he wanted to make sure that he took some of them out with him.
"Of course, if all of us could get our heads out of our collective asses and work together, we could probably take them all out." It was a big if, because they hadn't managed it yet.