E/O Challenge: Grill

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not mine. They belong to Eric Kripke.

"Where is he?" Dean asked, holding the knife dangerously close to the demon's neck. "Where is Crowley hiding?" The demon kept his mouth shut. He knew what would happen if he ratted out his boss. He also knew what Dean Winchester would do if he didn't. He'd take his chances with the human.

"Not feeling chatty? Maybe I should step it up a little." Dean turned around and picked up a hot poker, and pressed it into the demon's neck. It sizzled like a steak on a grill. The demon screamed in pain, but revealed nothing. He was a lost cause.