"You woke up sooner than I expected you to. Was that you, or was Dean doing most of the job?" Rick said as he held his right hand in front of his face, checking his nails. When he looked up though, his face was all Azazel, the smirk in place, right down the the glint in his yellow eyes.
"And don't worry. Well, you can worry, and you should, but your son is fine," Azazel winked at her as he continued to sit down, sizing her up. Of course he had done that before, but it was so much more fun when the person is awake and knows what's going on.
"So, do you prefer Annie or Dean? Or can I just switch back and forth and not really care much about your opinion?" Standing up, he went over to the small folding table he had set up and picked up a knife, the surface of it so shiny that he could see his reflection in it. "Poor Dean. Poor, poor Dean, stuck in the body of a girl and unable to do anything to help. Well." He laughed and walked over, bringing the knife up to Annie's neck and moving it down slowly.
"Not that you were able to do much before, but this is almost a delight now. And having to worry about a kid while all this is going on," Sliding the knife across her collarbone, he cut in just enough that blood began to trickle down along the indentations of her chest.
"Don't worry too much about infection, I used a different knife when I cut into your son," He said with a grin.