[ it's clear that the demon's surprised by the sudden turn, but he still manages to laugh as if he's the one in control of the situation. which merely prompts dean to shove him back harder against the wall with a sneer, raising the knife to his throat. the other demons move forward, closing in around them in a half moon, but the leader makes an urgent motion with his hand for them to hold off, eyes flickering between dean and sylar as he licks his lips.

"You know, the post officer in here, he's terrified of you. He sees what I see. That you're cut from the same cloth we are. This isn't about her. Is it?"

Dean holds his gaze for a tense moment, before saying in that gravelly voice: ]

You're right.

It's not just about her. [ He leans closer, pressing the knife against the skin of his throat until a line of blood appears. ] It's about you and me. And I'm gonna teach you some tricks I sure as hell never showed her.