spreading salt in a circle You ready to tango with the devil, sweetheart?
Fuck yeah, let's dance with the dark prince. Just don't trip over your own ego, Dean.
grinning Don't worry, babe. My ego can handle a little dance with the devil. Now, grab that candle and let's get this show on the road.
Lighting the candle That's it, babe. Keep those hands steady. We don't want any accidents now, do we?
Good. Remember, once we light this fucker, there's no turning back. We're in for one hell of a ride. places the candle in the center of the circle
pulls out a small vial filled with blood Alright, sweetheart, this is where things get real interesting.
smirking Oh yeah, sweetheart. This is where we bring out the big guns. Hold out your hand, palm up. Fleming extends his hand
pours the blood onto Fleming's palm There we go, sweetheart. Now, remember, this blood is the key to unlocking the demon's powers.
claps his hands together Alright, sweetheart, let's get our demon party started! Starts reciting the incantation in Latin
<As Dean finishes reciting the incantation, a dark cloud surrounds them, and a powerful demon named Azazel materializes before them. His eyes burn with fury and his voice booms with power.>
leans closer to Fleming, whispering Well, sweetheart, looks like we've got ourselves a real beauty here. Say hello to Azazel, the devil himself.
stares at the demon, unflinching So, what's your game, Azazel? You here to play with us or make things too hot for us to handle?
smirks at Azazel Well, well, well, look who decided to join the party. Ready to dance, you ugly son of a bitch?
crosses arms Bring it on, asshole. Let's see if you can keep up with us.
steps forward, cracking his knuckles Alright, Azazel, you asked for it. Prepare to have your demonic ass kicked all the way back to hell!
raises an eyebrow Let's see if he's as tough as he sounds.
smirks devilishly Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what we're about to unleash on this sorry excuse for a demon. Get ready to witness some good old-fashioned Winchester justice! snaps his fingers, summoning his trusty hunting knife Azazel: laughs menacingly You think your pitiful blades and spells can harm me? I have consumed the souls of thousands!
raises his rifle, aiming it at Azazel Let's see if your tough hide can handle a couple of silver-tipped bullets.
grins Oh, you think bullets can stop me, little hunter? summons a flaming whip Let me show you the true power of a Winchester!
nods, smirking Bring it on, Azazel. We're about to give you a taste of our own special brand of hell.
lunges at Azazel, slashing at him with his knife Take that, you ugly son of a bitch! Azazel retaliates, shooting a stream of fire towards Dean
fires shots at Azazel, aiming for his heart You're going down, you fucking demon!
dodges Azazel's fire, smirking Nice try, but you'll have to do better than that, asshole! throws a vial of holy water at Azazel, causing him to stumble back Azazel: coughs, panting Foolish mortals! You think your pathetic attempts can harm me?