Re: Atlanta
"Oh but you're practicly royalty yourself, decendent of a heathen god. Well...I'm surprised the angels can stomach you".
He watched Atlanta for a while, sharpening one of his blades for use on her when the toxin kicked in, it was a curious thing he'd found, the blades often acted as a release to the aching and painful skin, but only ever momentarily, sometimes they begged for the blades, or the flames. Sometimes they broke because of it.
"They aren't. I mean, Dean has promise don't get me wrong, the boy is something special, and Sammy...well look at the company he keeps. Its all very clear if you knew about their Daddy"