[Gallagher]

The black of its soul permeated the room before it even stepped into sight.

Without so much as looking up from his half eaten plate, he knew the moment that the demon set foot in the building. It was a change in the air. A change that, to no surprise, no one but him could feel. Humans were always oblivious to the heavy, twisted energy that he felt so keenly. He didn't need to look, but he did. Lifting a glass of juice to his lips, his bright, unmatching eyes slid to the door where the demon stood.

Dark haired and unintimidating, its vessel looked more boy than man, a look that was in no small part because of the way it carried itself. The fact that it was in the company of the Winchesters was interesting, but not as much of a surprise as it might have been in years past.

No. It was no real surprise at all. As the reputation of the brothers had grown, so had the variety of 'allies' they would tolerate. If anything, it seemed that demons the hunters encountered had a better chance of survival than other beasts.

He had come to the area for an upsurge in witches, but this? A demon walking straight into his lap?

Winchesters be damned. He was ready for his hunt.