One thing he does know, is that vampires exist, and what they are. That they are catered for here, is less surprising to Zack than it seems to be to Dean. “I saw a lot of different species here, out there.” He points in the direction of the restaurant doors. “They must all need feeding, and want the things they know.”
If the doughnut was anything to go by, screw the things he knows. He's going to try things other species like for a change.
Wondering a bit why Dean's mood has seemed a touch irked, Zack has quietened down and stopped poking at the objects on the table. Plastic flowers? Really? For the love of Gaia, why?. But when Dean speaks again, his voice is so kind, Zack realises that he hasn't done anything wrong. It perks him up a little, in the way that only a sullen and feral spirit can perk up.
“We fight,” he says, matter-of-factly, with a shrug. “He's more powerful so I get my arse handed to me. A handful of times, he gave me to the demons. Even less times, he buggered me himself.” (This causes one of the punters at another table to almost choke on her apple pie.) “But he's never had me flogged, or sent to the torture chambers. I'd hate to be a demon that pissed him off. That's what they get.”
The implements of torture and flogging are a thousand times more horrific than any mortal would expect. After all, these are powerful supernatural creatures. A cat o' nine tails would barely tickle them.
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If the doughnut was anything to go by, screw the things he knows. He's going to try things other species like for a change.
Wondering a bit why Dean's mood has seemed a touch irked, Zack has quietened down and stopped poking at the objects on the table. Plastic flowers? Really? For the love of Gaia, why?. But when Dean speaks again, his voice is so kind, Zack realises that he hasn't done anything wrong. It perks him up a little, in the way that only a sullen and feral spirit can perk up.
“We fight,” he says, matter-of-factly, with a shrug. “He's more powerful so I get my arse handed to me. A handful of times, he gave me to the demons. Even less times, he buggered me himself.” (This causes one of the punters at another table to almost choke on her apple pie.) “But he's never had me flogged, or sent to the torture chambers. I'd hate to be a demon that pissed him off. That's what they get.”
The implements of torture and flogging are a thousand times more horrific than any mortal would expect. After all, these are powerful supernatural creatures. A cat o' nine tails would barely tickle them.