Ohoho, sorry, darling, but she wasn't going anywhere any time soon. She quite liked her meat castle, it had curves in all the right places. The fact that it tore him up on the inside? Just an added bonus. Oh, the fun she could have with that, later on. Once she incapacitated this annoying mother fucker.

She gathered her bearings and snatched up the knife, launching after him again. The Latin caught her ears, and her body shuddered a second. The growl that came out was pained and tortured, and after the stumble, she launched forward to tackle him to the ground. "You know what they do in hell?! They break you until you plead for mercy, until you beg for it to be anybody else, and then they let you chose. A hundred years, you son of a bitch, and you'll get to chose who takes your place. Who's it gonna be, I wonder? Winchester, or the girl? Oh, you'll be offering them up faster than you turned your back on them the first time around."