He doesn't land in quite the wrong way she's likely hoping for, but it's still painful, and he grits his teeth angrily. Well, if it comes to it, he'll fight back. Hell if he's going to let her bash him up like this for no good reason. Or worse, for a moronic one.
"People lie," he snaps back, irritated. "Sorry if you've been living in some fantasy land all this time. People lie."
Sam does, too. Soul or not. He scoffs at her threat, and though he's well pinned to the wall, it doesn't stop the scornful expression from growing across his features.
"Go ahead," Sam says dryly, about ready to empty a round into her chest. "Fair warning? I'm not really a fan of small-time witches who pull their hoodoo on me."
Oh, did he just accidentally refer to you the same way his family's been doing for the past however-long-it's-been? Because Sam-- Normal Sam doesn't view you as a witch, Prue. But the hunter that's against the wall now knows a monster when he sees one. Takes one to know one, right?
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"People lie," he snaps back, irritated. "Sorry if you've been living in some fantasy land all this time. People lie."
Sam does, too. Soul or not. He scoffs at her threat, and though he's well pinned to the wall, it doesn't stop the scornful expression from growing across his features.
"Go ahead," Sam says dryly, about ready to empty a round into her chest. "Fair warning? I'm not really a fan of small-time witches who pull their hoodoo on me."
Oh, did he just accidentally refer to you the same way his family's been doing for the past however-long-it's-been? Because Sam-- Normal Sam doesn't view you as a witch, Prue. But the hunter that's against the wall now knows a monster when he sees one. Takes one to know one, right?