Something was wrong here. He'd been a demon for a very long time and had long since fine-tuned all and any emotions to meaninglessly little things in the back of his head. They literally meant nothing to him. And yet now he felt worried, concerned... maybe even a little on edge. Though he was very accustomed to negative emotions that worked in his favour.

Anger was his personal favourite, lots to be done with anger.

But this unsettling feeling was sinking to the pit of his stomach when he thought of the Trans. Of the people he killed to find the tablet. Oh that stupid baby faced angel made him feel just as strange.

And that's when it hit him. Dean was smug, everyone was swapping power-- turning to Dean, he gave him a look of pure fury. The question Dean asked was forgotten in this moment of uncertainty. What was going on here? "What did you do?"