"I'm a Tenaz. I kill monsters. It's the family business." Sam cracked a smile and then finished his beer, setting the bottle aside. Right by the glass recycling, or at least by where this place was putting their glass waste. He was a responsible man, even while he was a cynical ass. "What else am I going to do? Write a term paper?"

He scoffed and then pulled out the handcuffs he had gotten out of the car before, sliding them over into the devil's trap so they landed by Harry's feet. By the feet of the demon that wore Harry, anyway.

"Put these on and you'll get a chance to live." He held his demon-killing blade in his hand and assumed that made his threat complete for him.