Dean glared at the demon, not sure what exactly he meant. Of course, he knew better than to really listen to anything a demon said, but that didn't mean that Azazel hadn't caught his curiousity.
"Oh, and what haven't I figured out? Because I learned a long time ago that you were a meddlesome bastard who didn't know anything. You go around, making your deals, causing trouble for everyone, but I doubt that YOU even really know what you're doing Azazel." He took a few more steps back, not even needing to look to know exactly where the devil's trap was in order to lead Azazel in its direction. They had carefully concealed it under some debris earlier, and he knew that if he could just get the bastard there, this would all be over. "What's the big end game, are you going to sit me and Jo down for a beer and talk about how you're a sick, sick man that likes to stalk kids?"