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"You know he'll never forgive you if he ever finds out."
It wasn't a question so Dean doesn't bother answering, doesn't even look away from Sam and Jess through the window.
Apparently he takes that as an invitation to continue. "You even managed to surprise Azazel with this, and that's not something anyone I know can say. Consider me impressed." That does make Dean look over, lip curling with disgust as he scowls at Brady.
"Cut the bullshit. You already know I have a deal with your boss, so why don't you fuck off and get to work?"
"Yeah, yeah," Brady dismissed. "How do I know you'll deliver on your end of the deal?"
"I sealed the deal, didn't I?" Dean grimaces as he thinks of the kiss with Azazel, dry lips rasping together. "That's how you know I'll hold up on my end. I won't tell him anything about his powers or Azazel's boner for him. Nothing more than that concerns you."
"Well, I am the one doing the dirty work here."
Dean scoffs, already turning back to the window. "You're a fucking demon, you love murder."
"That's true," Brady sighs. "I'm already picturing her face. She won't see it coming." Dean ignores the way he can see Brady's eyes close as though he's savouring the image. He almost hates himself for how much he doesn't care.
"Whatever. So you're clear on the plan? I take Sam for a couple days, you take care of Jess right before we get back. Sam needs to see it."
Brady smirks lazily, his eyes still closed. "You know, killing Jess is nothing to me. But this? You, working with demons?" He opens his eyes but he doesn't look at Dean, instead looking right at Sam. Dean's fingers twitch towards his gun before he stops himself. "I can't wait to see what your daddy thinks of you when he finds out."
Dean relaxes, leaning back against John's truck. He already knows that won't be a problem.