"Not bad. Matty was a demon for a hot second, Moose is communing with the devil and Castiel is probably agreeing to something stupid and ill-advised as we speak." Aleister summed up, knowing it sounded bad but it wasn't really. That was like a normal Tuesday for those two. "They just went on an adventure in a haunted arcade so their spirits seem up last we spoke."

They could always find a weird, whimsical adventure.

"There's just some -- complications. Nothing worth worrying about." He leaned over to get the whiskey, pouring himself on and then leaning back in his seat, exhausted. "Hell is... hell. It is what it is. I'm keeping it under control, despite your boys constant efforts to unintentionally unleash hell."