The demon was pissed. For a night that started off with such beautiful chaos, the ending was nothing he wanted. The screams had been music to his ears, people running for their lives and trampling others, while a few hunters had tried to make their stand. He was sure there had to be a few bodies about, the unlucky ones.
It had all gone right until the blond hunter had made her presence known. Dean had been able to give her as good as she gave, maybe even a little harder, but she'd still managed to have the last laugh. A salt circle. Lucifer in Hell, how had he been so stupid?
Now he sat within his mineral confines, glaring at anything and everything as he tried to figure out his next move. "Stupid bitch," he murmured for the umpteenth time, fingers curling into fists and uncurling as he imagined the ways he'd make her pay once he got loose.