"The boys are busy elsewhere. I can handle you all by myself." He preferred that, honestly, between whatever was going on with Matty and, yeah, the rather hard to ignore murderous rage Sam seemed to extend to all demons. Not that he could blame him. As always, his boys were dealing with a lot.

Bobby took the contract and got up so he could set it aside. He also got the syringe ready and then returned to the table, rolling up his sleeve. As he tightened his hand into a fist, he searched for the right vein and put the needle in. Drawing blood was easy after that and when he pulled the needle out, some dropped onto the table. He ignored it, looking at Aleister instead.

"I'll inject it myself."