[By the time Dean gets around to this one, the temperature in the cell has gone the other way; he's shuddering with the cold, his sweat-soaked shirt stiff with it, but he's got the blanket Kay brought and he's huddled on the bed with his eyes tightly closed.
He can't hallucinate that way. At least that's what he keeps telling himself.]
's not a demon. Demons operate on rules. Doesn't have any.
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He can't hallucinate that way. At least that's what he keeps telling himself.]
's not a demon. Demons operate on rules. Doesn't have any.