'cause it makes me feel like a man when I put a spike into my vein

[ditchable]

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[thegunnshow]

"He's through here," Gunn told Bobby as he led the man to the archive where, yes, they kept the King of Hell chained up.

"You'd think you'd at least close the door," Bobby mentioned. Having him so easily accessible seemed like a terrible idea, never mind the warding. Anything that put him within talking distance was dangerous. Especially because he could tell just from looking at Gunn when they got closer to Aleister that hatred was bubbling very close to the surface. Such easily manipulated emotions near the puppet master? Almost making it too easy for him.

"Those cabinets pull shut," Gunn explained, before stopping in the room just outside the devil trap and crossing his impressively buff arms, narrowed eyes focused on Aleister.

"Hey," Bobby said to Aleister. It had been a while since they'd had any dealings. "How's it going?"

[ditchable]

It had been a stressful few days. Wes had almost gotten killed, Bobby had at first had no contacts with the boys and then too much, as it usually went, and it had all left him with very little free time. Usually he'd checked in with Aleister more frequently, made some little deals.

Now he had been neglecting him for a few, admittedly. But at least he'd left him with reading material.

He walked into the storage room and then pulled the two cabinets aside, so he could approach the King of Hell. "Hello."

He sat down in the chair opposite him and then he looked at Aleister. Really looked at him. Huh.

He looked at the ground. A book was there, opened, and Bobby had heard the sound of something being dropped after he had walked in. And then he looked at Aleister again and, yeah. Red-rimmed eyes, still looking a little glassy. "...Little Women made you cry?"

[heydemon]

It was strange right now. Matty was off by himself, which really meant that he was with Castiel. He got it. They'd been through a lot recently and they had to do their thing to make sure they were both okay and okay with each other and whatever that even meant. They had to ponder their profound bond. Whatever kind of no homo bullshit Sam was supposed to buy into here, it meant that Matty went off on some hunt alone, assuring Sam he could handle it, and Sam was left behind.

Didn't feel so different from being a child.

He was staying at the bunker, but things were weird there too. Wes and Gunn were weird by definition, as any prophet was bound to be, and Bobby and Aleister, who was still their captive, they were playing cards. Or chatting. Or doing whatever else that he didn't even know how to understand. Doing something where Sam belonged as little as he did with Castiel and Matty right now.

So he went off by himself and ended up in a bar. He hadn't expected to see that familiar hairstyle, the expensive hipster clothes and the narrow frame. He hadn't expected it, but he was a hunter through and through. The moment he recognised the demon that had once been his closest - for a time his only - friend, Sam turned back around. He found the back exit and drew a devil trap right there.

That done, he walked back around. He walked into the bar all the way this time, which meant there was no way he could be missed. He pretended not to notice Harry and he ordered a beer that he wasn't sure he'd end up drinking.