"Different." Connor repeated, watching her carefully. "You're damn right you're different. You just toasted bread with yer hand!" He said, eyes still watching her carefully.
"You aren't a... Demon or something, are ye?" He asked, looking rather concerned. "That Castiel thing said there were 'creatures' around 'ere. And I believe in God, but demons? Werewolves? Vampires? That's stretching it just a bit." Connor admitted, still holding the knife out. "Tell me the truth, girl. I'm all ears." He said, trying to remain as calm as possible.