Dean made a face as the man across from him poured in an ungodly amount of sugar into his coffee. Dean had grown used to bad coffee and took it black. Came with being on the road with his father all those years and not really being able to afford the luxuries of sugar and creamer. In Dean's eyes, why get coffee at all. Just get a Coke if you want all that sugar.
"Good question," Dean answered. "One problem, not sure which spell would summon them, or if she is even the one who really is holding my deal. Her name is Lilith. Who also wants my brother dead. More like his guts tied around him with his head on a stick. So no. Haven't. And well, the one who I made the deal with, the Crossroad bitch, is dead. My brother shot her." Which was a good way of finding out the Colt actually worked. And it did. Now he had it and wasn't letting it out of his sight or his grip. It now weighed heavy at his back.