[Fiction] An Angel and a Demon Walk Into a Bar
[Uriel = a_specialist, Alec = smart_alec494. Set in wayward_au.]
Scotch was an almost forgotten luxury. Not that he had ever had it when he was anything but a demon, but still. The subtle mix of the taste and the burn of the alcohol was what found the higher level demon in the bar that night. The place was a small, backwater place in Iowa-not the place you would expect to have a decent bottle of scotch, but apparently humanity was still full of surprises. It was refreshing.
He was holed up in the back corner of the bar, one of the large round tables on the end of the wall, pouring himself his third glass of the evening. He didn’t get drunk, but he could feel the warm feeling in his belly from the liquid. He had to say, booze aside-he was in a pretty good mood. Plans were moving on some kind of schedule, mayhem was happening, angels were annoyed-his demons were doing well. Even if they weren’t releasing Lucifer as they had planned, it was still a decent bit of fun. Besides, there were more interesting things to attend to.
Like a Winchester who happened to have a bit of feline DNA.
Alec was an interesting one. His childhood and innate self-doubt made him moldable, and his training and brain made him a leader. Baal hadn’t been looking to groom a successor, at least until Stolas’s newest method of breaking children had dropped the perfect choice into his lap. Intentionally or not, an X5 with Winchester blood pumping through his veins, who was already doubting if the light would be on his side, had found his way into the demonic underworld. Just as Alastair had taken a particular interest in his father, Baal had a keen interest in Alec. He would have to thank Uriel for his role in things at a later date.
“Baal.”
Or, now, apparently. Speak of the devil.
“Uriel. I was just thinking about you.” Baal looked up at him, raising his eyebrows as he flashed the angel a smile. “Sit, sit, my old friend. Have a drink with me.” He snapped his fingers towards the bartender and raised his voice slightly. “Barkeep! Another glass for my friend here.”
“This isn’t a social call,” Uriel said, the stony look remaining on his face. Baal poured himself another glass, before rolling his eyes as he took a sip.
“This is a warning, isn’t it? You know, I don’t think I’ve had enough scotch for this, but go ahead. Be ominous.”
Uriel’s eyes narrowed, annoyed, before speaking again. “Stay away from Alec Winchester.”
At first, Baal was surprised he actually used the boy’s name. That was progress, in and of itself. Secondly, he was just a little confused. He frowned, before tilting his head to the side slightly. “You’re trying to protect the man you almost killed. There’s something fundamentally wrong with that statement.” The displeased look on Uriel’s face didn’t change, and Baal held up his glass, pointing a finger around the curve in the angel’s direction. “This isn’t about Alec at all. You don’t want me anywhere near Dean, your precious little golden boy. You know that he keeps his brother close, and his sons closer.” That earned the angel a chuckle. “Tell me, do you really think that self-loathing, self-sacrificing meat sack can really save the world from us evil, evil demons?” Another pause, watching the angel’s face, before he leaned back against the booth, draping one arm across the top of the seat. “You don’t. But you have your orders. Fantastic.”
Uriel practically growled as he spoke, his hands remaining in his pockets. “Stay away from the boy, Baal. Or you will have brought the consequences upon yourself.”
“You know what, Uriel? I will save you the trouble,” Baal said, a slow smile sneaking across his face. “Because I, in fact, owe Alec a great deal. Therefore, I can’t possibly stay away.”
“Owe him what?” Uriel practically spat. “He’s an abomination of science. What could he possibly have done?”
“He took care of someone very dear to me. He protected her when she needed protecting-he tried to protect her from you, as a matter of fact, and we demons tend not to discriminate against where the help comes from-and we repay favors like that in kind.”
Uriel leaned forward, placing both hands on the table. Baal could keep the demonic cowering that came with hiding behind his eyes under control when angels were at a distance, but once they got close enough, it was an involuntary reaction. A warning for them to stay back or else they might find a fiery blade through their midsection. Uriel just smirked. “Stay away from the boy, Baal. Or we will make sure you stay away permanently.”
“Your heavenly orders have no power over me,” he said with a sly smirk. “So if you’re going to smite me, Uriel, smite me! Do it! I refuse to obey.” He watched the angel’s face for a moment, before the smirk widened and he just leaned back again. “But you won’t. Too big of a mess to clean up. The Father’s days of just wiping away the things that didn’t please him ended long ago-isn’t that right?” He took another sip of his scotch, before turning away from the angel, dismissive. “If that’s all you have to say, I’d like to ask you to leave. You’re taking the flavor out of the scotch.”
With a sullen look, the angel was gone, and Baal just felt a sudden inward surge of pride. This was going to be much more fun than he originally thought.
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Scotch was an almost forgotten luxury. Not that he had ever had it when he was anything but a demon, but still. The subtle mix of the taste and the burn of the alcohol was what found the higher level demon in the bar that night. The place was a small, backwater place in Iowa-not the place you would expect to have a decent bottle of scotch, but apparently humanity was still full of surprises. It was refreshing.
He was holed up in the back corner of the bar, one of the large round tables on the end of the wall, pouring himself his third glass of the evening. He didn’t get drunk, but he could feel the warm feeling in his belly from the liquid. He had to say, booze aside-he was in a pretty good mood. Plans were moving on some kind of schedule, mayhem was happening, angels were annoyed-his demons were doing well. Even if they weren’t releasing Lucifer as they had planned, it was still a decent bit of fun. Besides, there were more interesting things to attend to.
Like a Winchester who happened to have a bit of feline DNA.
Alec was an interesting one. His childhood and innate self-doubt made him moldable, and his training and brain made him a leader. Baal hadn’t been looking to groom a successor, at least until Stolas’s newest method of breaking children had dropped the perfect choice into his lap. Intentionally or not, an X5 with Winchester blood pumping through his veins, who was already doubting if the light would be on his side, had found his way into the demonic underworld. Just as Alastair had taken a particular interest in his father, Baal had a keen interest in Alec. He would have to thank Uriel for his role in things at a later date.
“Baal.”
Or, now, apparently. Speak of the devil.
“Uriel. I was just thinking about you.” Baal looked up at him, raising his eyebrows as he flashed the angel a smile. “Sit, sit, my old friend. Have a drink with me.” He snapped his fingers towards the bartender and raised his voice slightly. “Barkeep! Another glass for my friend here.”
“This isn’t a social call,” Uriel said, the stony look remaining on his face. Baal poured himself another glass, before rolling his eyes as he took a sip.
“This is a warning, isn’t it? You know, I don’t think I’ve had enough scotch for this, but go ahead. Be ominous.”
Uriel’s eyes narrowed, annoyed, before speaking again. “Stay away from Alec Winchester.”
At first, Baal was surprised he actually used the boy’s name. That was progress, in and of itself. Secondly, he was just a little confused. He frowned, before tilting his head to the side slightly. “You’re trying to protect the man you almost killed. There’s something fundamentally wrong with that statement.” The displeased look on Uriel’s face didn’t change, and Baal held up his glass, pointing a finger around the curve in the angel’s direction. “This isn’t about Alec at all. You don’t want me anywhere near Dean, your precious little golden boy. You know that he keeps his brother close, and his sons closer.” That earned the angel a chuckle. “Tell me, do you really think that self-loathing, self-sacrificing meat sack can really save the world from us evil, evil demons?” Another pause, watching the angel’s face, before he leaned back against the booth, draping one arm across the top of the seat. “You don’t. But you have your orders. Fantastic.”
Uriel practically growled as he spoke, his hands remaining in his pockets. “Stay away from the boy, Baal. Or you will have brought the consequences upon yourself.”
“You know what, Uriel? I will save you the trouble,” Baal said, a slow smile sneaking across his face. “Because I, in fact, owe Alec a great deal. Therefore, I can’t possibly stay away.”
“Owe him what?” Uriel practically spat. “He’s an abomination of science. What could he possibly have done?”
“He took care of someone very dear to me. He protected her when she needed protecting-he tried to protect her from you, as a matter of fact, and we demons tend not to discriminate against where the help comes from-and we repay favors like that in kind.”
Uriel leaned forward, placing both hands on the table. Baal could keep the demonic cowering that came with hiding behind his eyes under control when angels were at a distance, but once they got close enough, it was an involuntary reaction. A warning for them to stay back or else they might find a fiery blade through their midsection. Uriel just smirked. “Stay away from the boy, Baal. Or we will make sure you stay away permanently.”
“Your heavenly orders have no power over me,” he said with a sly smirk. “So if you’re going to smite me, Uriel, smite me! Do it! I refuse to obey.” He watched the angel’s face for a moment, before the smirk widened and he just leaned back again. “But you won’t. Too big of a mess to clean up. The Father’s days of just wiping away the things that didn’t please him ended long ago-isn’t that right?” He took another sip of his scotch, before turning away from the angel, dismissive. “If that’s all you have to say, I’d like to ask you to leave. You’re taking the flavor out of the scotch.”
With a sullen look, the angel was gone, and Baal just felt a sudden inward surge of pride. This was going to be much more fun than he originally thought.
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