It had been so entertainingly easy, few words in the right ears, little bit of hallucination and Lawrence Kansas had fallen into paranoia and anger. Some more than others, that little Harvelle girl had really taken to the whole thing with a fervour. She'd gotten Sammy Winchester all tied up and ready for them to have a chat. Him and the other one, who was...he was something alright. War couldn't put his finger on it but there was something to that man. And the mother too, she was there, sweet Mary. And he'd slid right in to their dynamic, helped fight the 'demons' played at being the friend to all and here he was with everything he could hope for right at his fingertips. Not as much fun as that last time with the Germans but he'd get there.
He slipped into the room where the two men were being kept, not expecting to find anyone else with them. But of course Mary couldn't leave her son like that. He should have known really. Still he had Jo on his side. Of course he did, that girl...she was definitely interesting.
"Mary...you really shouldn't be in here right now. Jo was very insistant that these two be kept alone down here." More to the point War wanted to have a Chat with the one they called Boy King. The kid really was his poster child, All that rage and anger twisted up inside, that lust for the blood. It was so easy to see how he could bring it out in Sam. And that's what he'd have to do.
"Maybe you should go Mary." he said simply. "I'll get them back how they should be. Its better that way isn't it." He was as insistant as he could be without putting the force of the being he was behind it. And for now that was better.