Wu Heng's casually spoken words, "demon ally," struck Dean and Sam like thunder, making the hairs on their bodies stand on end.
Almost instinctively, the two dragged their injured bodies a few staggering steps toward the bow where Wu Heng stood, their wary eyes fixed on the blonde woman who had just been rescued onto the deck and was still shaken.
A demon hunter's distrust of demons was carved into their bones.
The first lesson upon entering the demon-hunting world was that demons could never be trusted.
Yet reason quickly overcame instinct.
Dean glanced at the puddle of blood on the ground, still carrying a scorched, burnt smell despite the rain washing over it. It was all that remained of the demon the blonde woman had completely killed earlier.
Then he recalled how this woman had risked her life to buy them time. He spoke hoarsely, as if trying to convince himself more than anyone else:
"Damn it. Even if she's a demon, if she hadn't blocked that hit just now, we probably wouldn't have lasted until you got here." He looked at Wu Heng. "Lohr, if you let her on the boat, you must be confident you can keep her under control, right?"
Though Sam said nothing, his eyes held the same question. They had come to understand Wu Heng's way of doing things and knew he would never allow an uncontrollable factor anywhere near him.
Wu Heng did not even turn to look at the woman. His attention was completely focused on the gigantic tentacle cage below, which had fully transformed into metal and was spinning at high speed.
"Wasn't I trusting you two? You said she was an ally."
"Uh, I think you should still be on guard. We didn't know she was a demon before." Dean's