A bit of Demon Conversation ... so to speak
The demon stood looking after Dean with a smirk playing upon her lips. Dean Winchester was always fun to pick on. And she could feel he was irritated and annoyed about it. Plus a little panicked since his time was still ticking. He couldn't hold off the hell hounds with the Colt forever and Aeon wasn't gonna be able to fully save him.
She glanced over to the woman that walked in and snorted a chuckle. "It's amazing the things that pop up in this lovely City. Having fun here too? Better than that dingy Island. At least you can shower here and get a decent drink. Oh and have all new people to hate you." Why hide the fact she knew. She was a demon after all.