This was the part that Chris hated the most. As hard as the whole reincarnate business was to deal with, this was the worst. Dean's overwhelming guilt drowning him once again. His guilt for his father's sacrifice, for breaking in Hell and the things he'd done there...
He could hear the bricks crack as he was pressed harder against the wall, and could only be grateful it was the bricks and not his bones.
"He got out," he spat, turning the guilt, the pain, into anger because it was easier to deal with, and he would not show weakness in front of the demon. "Remember that day, huh? Remember how I put the bullet through your freakin' head?!" he yelled.
"'cause I remember," the amusement never reached his eyes but he forced a grin. "The look on your face... But don't worry, we'll get to replay it soon enough."