He would go to Hell for his crimes. He would spend eternity in that line that Crowley constructed as his own version of Hell. He had seen it. He had stood next to it. It was a little maddening for him to just watch that happen. He imagined that his Hell would be different though. Crowley probably had something a little special planned.

He swallowed a lump and felt his fists tighten. She could threaten him, but when she brought up Rose it was hard for him to stay composed. He wanted to react, but she beat him to the punch with the lunging. He threw an arm up and caught her round the wrist. He pushed forward intending to wrestle it from her. Only problem? She was stronger than him by a lot.