Fuck. He had to hope that Bobby had outsmarted him or something. Escaped. Or started escaping. Maybe Juliet would come to daddy and he could tell her to help. He had three beautiful, big dogs. Maybe one of them could help him out. "That's my hound, master. She is very protective. It's my ... study. She only listens to me. I can talk to her for you."

He just hoped Lucifer didn't come along, it would really hurt his chances of doing anything to protect himself. "Dogs are... possessive."