[Rainbowfox Ari]

"If I had to put a name to it, I'd say the boy was lonely." Aston said, rubbing just under his bottom lip in a thoughtful manner. "There are precious-few of his kind in this town as it is, and before he came to me... well, he wasn't here for physical issues, let's just put it that way. I'm afraid that he's probably had a psychotic break. Brought on by something which I cannot begin to fathom. He was showing remarkable progress."

Dean leaned forward, and put his fingers together in a diamond-shape, leveling his gaze at Aston. "You're telling me you were acting as a shrink? For a demon?" he asked, brow quirking. "I've heard of some dumb ideas, but that takes the cake."

"It's not too far off some of the studies out there. I grew intrigued with those studies a couple of years ago, and went to ask... certain parties for willing participants. It didn't turn out well for me."

The younger Winchester made a dismissive motion. "Whatever the case, this demon is turning out record numbers of witches, and he's doing it with a method we don't understand. Not to mention all of those witches are now - apparently - loyal to him. Have you seen anything like that while living here?"

Aston shook his head. "Not so much, no. When my parents were still alive - before they were killed by Banshees - Dad used to mention that a lot of older ladies in the town seemed to be close to the dark arts. But no mention of demons, or slaves, or masters, or any of that. Mostly, this is just a peaceful, quiet town. Until recently. I would bet my sweater that this demon has no knowledge of the demonic hierarchy, though. He didn't seem to be interested when I mentioned the King of Hell... or any other authority figure to be honest."