I was given moonshine laced with holy water while trapped in a devil's trap. It's not very pretty when you start coughing up your internal organs while being helpless to get away - and they call me the monster.

[ Meg shoots Jazz a look. She wonders if Cas has met him yet. But if Fort knows Cas, then it's likely that Cas has met Jazz. At least he hasn't brought Jazz home and tried to keep him.

Seriously, that angel needs a pet - other than the Winchesters. ]

I'm no saint. Goes with the territory of being a demon. But humans can be every bit as cruel as a demon. And yet we're the ones hunted down.