102 That Was It? (1/2)

It was an obvious sign of provocation to even attempt to escape, let alone the fact that they tried to kill him from behind.

The guards were slightly sweating at such a high stake scenario as the hostage was being mistreated right in front of their eyes while their client was not in the right state of mind.

He seemed like he was going insane while the baby was posing as a possible hazard if they left him alone.

There were too many problems that couldn't be solved with just the 5 of them which was why they wanted to test their luck but it was for naught.

Dean knew that if he was to bide his time for too long, people will start to find it odd and begin investigating this room.

What he first needed to prioritize was to quill the rebellious nature of those guards that posed the biggest danger.

They were an overall hazard as they had the audacity to attempt to assassinate him and escape while the man was beginning to become a nuisance in his interrogation.

If he were to address him formally it would be 'step dad'.

Such a title was unbefitting for him and Dean lightly scoffed at the realization that this idealistic man child who complains about purity would be called his 'step dad'

Dean sighed as he resorted to fear tactics due to words not being as effective as he originally thought.

He thought that with the ability to tell their hidden location, he would've garnered some sort of fear but he was still not understood.

The training for his aura was about to come in handy as a sluggishly thick red blood lust began to extend from his body while a feint outline appeared on Dean's body.

It was refined to the point where they were like tiny little threads that pierced through the pores of the human bodies before him.

His aura was eventually saturated to the point where instead of small threads around the body, it was now a cloak that shook them.

They were stunned in fear at the killing intent that forced them to slightly kneel on one knee while the man was on the brink of passing out as a yellow fluid began leaking from his pants.

This method of intimidation was the simplest as even Jane was sensitive to feeling the blood lust but Dean made sure to keep it within gradual control.

Looking at the child who was between the kneeling guards and his piss covered father, he was sleeping alright.

Dean cringed at the thought that this baby was considered his 'step brother' but that was not the reason for why he didn't imbue him with Battle Intent.

The guards were able to handle it without screaming in pain, if done to a child... it wouldn't be a surprise if death was approaching it.

Besides, waking up the child would create a ruckus.

”Now, back to the story. The child with Asher Wilkes?”

Jane's mind was in shock but she noticed that Dean was a lot more relaxed after using an intimidation tactic and decided this was the past time to try and negotiate

”W-we can settle this with a s-simple peace, Dawn. We'll g-give you whatever you want.”

Dean found it odd that she was trying to prolong this conversation but he guessed that she was hoping for security to notice something wrong.

”Really? Then hurry, and tell the story.”

Backed into a corner, it was hopeless now that Dean wanted to listen to the story.

Having given up on trying to negotiate, Jane tried to test another method.