Hector should have had the advantage against the demon. In all his calculations he didn't account for the sheer fury that Supernatural fought with. In the end the Demon had the advantage because it had hardly taken a scratch whereas Hector's arms appeared as if they'd been used as cutting boards. The demon was still brimmed with energy and it was all Hector could to hold him at bay. The Demon would make use of whatever opening hector gave him so Hector forced a pained smile as if to show the Demon that his attempts of hurting him were in vain. They were in a deadlock and it was taking it's toll on hector. It pained him just to lift his arm much less hold his sword with it. Luckily his prosthetic limb had no such strain and it acted as the only barrier between his sword and the ground. He only had so long before the pain would overwhelm him and the demon would have yet another hunter to add to his collection. To add to the pressure he knew he was the last hunter who could stand up to this Demon.
Where the hell did Toril go he thought angrily staring down the demon. How long could it take her to park a car? She didn't even have to park it as long as she got herself over here.
He knew if he had any chance of winning this battle he would have to do it now while he still had the energy to. His silver coated weapons seemed to be having little effect on the demon and he hadn't brought anything else. Maybe I didn't have to he thought feeling the demons knife pressing against his hip as he circled the demon once more. At this moment he knew he could win this fight if he wanted to but this demon had information. If Hector killed him they would have no idea where he had taken Cassie and Bill had been taken. He would have to chat this demon up before he killed him.
"I have to say. Your the strongest demon I've fought in a long time." he said giving a laugh. His guard wasn't down as he spoke quite the opposite. While he spoke with the demon he hoped that the demon wouldn't notice that hector's more wounded hand fell to his hip where the dagger was hidden. "You flatter me." the demon said with a gaze just as intense as Hector's but with blazing black eyes to take it to the next level. If he was surprised a hunter had said something other than an insult to him he didn't show it. "Just being honest, why label it flattery," he said as innocently as possible through the pain. "But I believe we have other matters to attend to." The demon kept his features flat but it was obvious that some sort of alarm coursed through him. "Such as?" he said hiding it well. Hector knew he would never get a straight answer from the Demon. He thought up a risky plan but it may just get him the information he needed. He decided to go for it. "I'll make you a deal. We brawl right now. I'll drop my weapons and the winner gets what they want. Me, the whereabouts of my friends and you-" he said before he was interpreted by the demon. It was obvious thee demon was interested but shooting someone in the shoulder never put you on their good side. "If you win then you get a new meat sack to sport around." he said keeping his cool. Hector hoped the demon would be smart enough to look at the potential of owning hector instead of the current appearance. He could easily strike the others if he was disguised as one of their fellow hunters. There was a conflicting flicker in the demon's eyes as if he had to fight something inside to make this decision. "How do i know you'll stay true to your side of the bargain?" the demon finally asked. Hector smile broadened so slightly the demon couldn't have noticed. He had the demon hooked.
"We'll swear by the river Styx." he said slyly unsure how the demon would react to a hunter knowing this sacred underworld information. The demon was surprised enough that his face showed it before he quickly covered it up. The river Styx was one of the most worshiped things in the entire underworld and any promise made by that must be kept. It was so powerful that even over world creatures were held by it. Hector only knew of it because of the ramblings of a drunk demon right before hector disposed of it. He would have to chose his words carefully or face dire consequences.
"Fine then," the demon said still curious as to how hector knew this. "You first." Hector carefully chose his words before dropping the blade onto the ground. As soon as the demon had swore to tell hector where he had hidden Cassie and Bill, he charged. Hector was ready for him and brought the Hellfire knife to his chest. The Demon saw the knife to out but he had too much forward momentum to do anything. The demon crashed into Hector knocking him over, the knife buried deep into his chest. The demon's eyes were wide with surprise as he felt life seeping from him. He hadn't expected this kind of treachery from someone who had sworn on the river styx. With his final breath he gave Hector his information. He didn't want to carry that burden into the afterlife.
Hector just lay under the body of the demon becoming drenched in it's dark blood. The fall to the ground had pierced his pain threshold and every injury he had just gotten battled for attention. Hector couldn't help the silent tears coming from his eyes. he would have wiped them but demon blood was not a pleasant thing to get in your eye. Just as worried as he was of his injuries (which would probably hurt for awhile) he was worried about his deal with the Demon. At the time Hector believed he was right because he said he would drop his weapons and the knife wasn't his. Problem was it didn't matter what he thought, it mattered what the river thought.