The indulgence in debauchery, both long and fleeting.
Sending the witch into ecstasy wasn't difficult, and injecting semen into her shattered body happened more than once in the end.
The mixed sounds of male and female panting, crying out, moaning, and pleading, sometimes high, sometimes low. In the latter part of the night, the pitter-patter of water in the bathroom finally ceased. Saint Sebastian, wrapping Margaret in a random towel, carried her out, only to come face to face with Winchester.
"Give her to me," Winchester calmly explained. "You don't know where the rest area is."
Facing the devil, he showed neither disgust nor fear. His tone was neither humble nor aggressive, his gaze calm and serene. Saint Sebastian clicked his tongue, swallowing the reprimand that was about to leave his mouth, and handed the witch in his arms to Winchester.
