Saul would respect that single-minded determination more if it wasn't likely to get Sam killed, because he could smell the demons, too- restless, determined, seething like a nest of wasps and starved for violence. Abaddon seemed to have a knack for drawing in the crazies even among the damned, which was saying something.
Crowley at least had something like rules, and that was why if given the choice, Saul knew who he'd rather have in charge of Hell. It had to be someone, so it may as well be the one who at least pretended to be civilized.
But so much for just lurking on the sidelines and clearing a path. This was going to be messy. Saul only watched the younger Winchester bulling forward for a second before shifting his focus. Feet on the concrete, he bolted up the side alley, angling to catch half of the pincer guard ahead. He still had the element of surprise- they'd be expecting Winchesters, not him. Maybe Sam thought he could do just fine against the watch, but it was really better not to test that. Especially since it was only a matter of time before kicking the hive brought the rest of the bastards out to play.
Tophiel was going to stuff a pillow with him if he botched this, and Saul would have seriously preferred to avoid giving himself away to either of the Winchesters, given the track record of anyone who hung out with them (and Castiel in particular, but that was another story...), but Eve's fucking apples, this one was asking for trouble. He huffed a sigh, and slid his blade from the sleeve of his calfskin jacket again as he waited for the chaos to start.
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Crowley at least had something like rules, and that was why if given the choice, Saul knew who he'd rather have in charge of Hell. It had to be someone, so it may as well be the one who at least pretended to be civilized.
But so much for just lurking on the sidelines and clearing a path. This was going to be messy. Saul only watched the younger Winchester bulling forward for a second before shifting his focus. Feet on the concrete, he bolted up the side alley, angling to catch half of the pincer guard ahead. He still had the element of surprise- they'd be expecting Winchesters, not him. Maybe Sam thought he could do just fine against the watch, but it was really better not to test that. Especially since it was only a matter of time before kicking the hive brought the rest of the bastards out to play.
Tophiel was going to stuff a pillow with him if he botched this, and Saul would have seriously preferred to avoid giving himself away to either of the Winchesters, given the track record of anyone who hung out with them (and Castiel in particular, but that was another story...), but Eve's fucking apples, this one was asking for trouble. He huffed a sigh, and slid his blade from the sleeve of his calfskin jacket again as he waited for the chaos to start.