Eve remained in human form, her golden pupils like two burning flames in the dim light. She looked at Dean and Sam, the corners of her mouth curled in an amused smile.
"Quick reactions." She slowly walked up to them. "But you still came. Why? Knowing it was a trap, why did you jump in anyway?"
"What if it was real?" Dean said, his hand resting on the demon blade.
"Heh, the Winchester Brothers really are devoted to each other." Eve chuckled. "You always think you can save everyone, especially your family. Dean, you've carried that burden since you were little, haven't you? Taking care of your brother, fulfilling your father's mission, protecting the world... isn't it tiring?"
Dean said nothing.
Eve turned to Sam.
"And you—the demon blood flows through your veins. Lucifer chose you as his vessel. You're afraid every day, aren't you? Afraid of losing control, afraid of becoming a monster, afraid of hurting the people you care about."
Sam tightened his grip on the shotgun.
"And you..." Eve looked at the monster disguised as Mary. "What a foolish performance. Stand down."
The monster bowed and retreated into the shadows.
Eve walked forward a few steps and stopped before the ruins of the altar.
"Crowley thought he was using me. That fool thought opening Purgatory would let him escape Lucifer. He had no idea what terrifying things existed in Purgatory. I merely wanted to use this summoning from the progenitor of reality to leave that place. What I want is the entire human world."
She spread her arms as though she meant to embrace the entire church.
"The power of souls, negative emotions, fear, pain, despair—those are the true delicacies. I'll keep humanity penned up like livestock and harvest their emotions regularly. And you hunters, angels, and