[b]he puts his hand on Dean's chest, stopping his speech.[/b] "Whoa whoa whoa, Kiddo, hold your horses for a second here. First off, I have never said I had your dumbass mark. I was born immortal. In case you hadn't put two and two together, I'm what people call a god. Literally. My mom was Asgardian. My father was an Old One. I killed demons with my bare fuсkin' hands because you see these?" [b]he puts his hands up.[/b] "These are the mittens of a strong sumbitch. A magical sumbitch at that. You know what my first job as a bounty hunter was? To kill my own father. With my bare hands. After a long life of crime hunting, I was killed and banished from the Materium. And you know what I did, little man? I broke my chain using only Rage and ten thousand years of patience. Then I spent another ten thousand years crawling out of there. I beheaded Chronos with his own god damn son's Sword. That's right. I also beheaded Hades. And Ares. And all them other fuсkboys that hang out down there. Then I crawled out of that shitty ass pit for another ten thousand years. And you know how much time had passed on the surface? A. Fuсking. Week." [b]he stares into his eyes, his own eyes hidden by his mask. Eyes that Dean couldn't see, eyes that would have turned his soul to ashes had he been staring into the void of what was the broken god. The Ghost.[/b]