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demonchicks:

Scanty stared at him, gawking. She had no words for this. At all.

“Okay, come on, let’s just go get you a drink,” she said urgently, beginning to walk towards the right direction. “Although you might be a bit drunk right now, so I am not sure if more alcohol is the best decision…”

I am not intoxicated, I assure you.

Hell’s been reformed but… …it’s in good hands, Scanty.

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demonchicks:

“Crowley? It rings a very slight, small bell, but I have not had any contact with him—

The King of Hell? Wait, you mean he is taking Satan’s place?!”

…Yes.

You were unaware that the apocalypse has been thwarted and Lucifer is now trapped in a cage, along with his brother Michael?

…Perhaps you were brought from a separate timeline, like my brother Balthazar appears to be.

Neither angels or demons won against the Apocalypse. It was won by the human race. …By Sam and Dean Winchester.

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“…My side of hell? I come from a part that is more…silent than the others, but as for means of defense, if it inflicts even the slightest pain, we will do it.”

And that was as much as she wanted to say about it; it was embarrassing to talk about how one of the only things she could do to defend herself physically here was to bite…

You’re different from the demons that I have encountered, and killed, in my universe. I fear that you are from a different kind of hell altogether.

…Maybe even this Panty is from a different heaven as well. I’ve… never heard or met an angel named Panty.

[ Should that part be indeed God’s idea of a joke, maybe she was right, and she was from a level of hell that Castiel had never heard of. …And maybe then, this was Crowley’s idea of a joke, as well. ]

…Have you ever heard of a demon named Crowley? He has took over the spot of King of Hell, so surely……

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Ignoring the rest about Panty, Scanty answered his question.

“Yes, there is liquor here.” She was surprised that he would talk about drinking like this, but she didn’t mention it. “I could go show you.”

That would be kind of you.

…

[ Castiel wasn’t sure if it was right to go drinking with a demon, but in this case he wasn’t even sure if this was really a harmful demon at all. This place… definitely brought in strange individuals. ]

Is it… typical demon behavior, though, from your side of hell… to bite people’s hands as a means of defense?

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“A ‘Panty’ is actually one of the Anarchy sisters. She is an angel too. Her own panties are really guns, so I guess that is where her name comes from. Or, it could have been a different order, but I do not know.” But, she decided she’d shut up about the situation, because she hated Panty and talking about her and angels in general. She released his hand, wiping her mouth with disgust, and stepped back so he wouldn’t touch her again.

“…I need a drink.”

…And this Panty is an angel, like myself.

[ A rhetorical question. Castiel was definitely confused. This… Well this was… definitely more Dean’s version of angels and demons, for sure. ]

Are there even liquor stores that exist in this place? Alcohol consumption… definitely seems to be a verisimilar option.

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“An angel? Oh, Panty, you got your powers back, as I can see. Well, I appreciate the new ‘guy’ look, but—”

She stopped as Castiel put a hand on her forehead, and that was when she snapped.

“I AM SORRY, P-PANTY. I AM INTO GIRLS, BUT I DO NOT PREFER SLUTS. PLEASE, FOR ONCE, COULD YOU FOLLOW THE DAMN RUUURUUUS?”

She tried to remain as calm as possible, but it didn’t work. This guy/girl was pretty weird, and the fact that he was an angel only increased her dislike. And, he wasn’t taking his gross hand off of her so she only had one option left. Or, at least in her world she did. She reached up, grabbing his hand, and then….

bit it. And with a mouth full of sharp teeth, this will lead to interesting results.

[ Since when was his name Panty? …Since when had he ever had sex? He wasn’t a… ‘slut’. That was the correct meaning of the human slang, wasn’t it? At least, not as far as he could… remember. Consumption of alcohol, especially a whole liquor store, did make things a little fuzzy—

…Ouch. Normally that wouldn’t even hurt him, but it did, and Castiel furrowed his eyebrows together from the pain. He barely reacted from it… other than grimacing. ]

Who is Panty? …A panty is an undergarment that covers the body in the area between the waist and the thighs. If that was meant to be an insult, I’m not sure I understand the reference. It’s… meant to be for girls and children.

[ He’s just majorly confused right now that a demon mistook him for someone… or something else. The pain of Scanty biting his hand doesn’t seem to register anymore beyond his confusion. ]

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“No. Of course not. I am a demon. And you are just a mere human, correct? Or, possibly something else, but just in disguise. I know things have a tendency to do that.” She sweeped her hair away from her face quickly, looking down with an unreadable expression, biting onto her lip.

“Your appearance seems to be formal and polite, but maybe you do not follow the ruuuruuus as I am hoping.”

…You’ve mistaken me, demon. I am no mere human, and this is not simply a disguise. I am an Angel.

[ Normally, Castiel did not like demons, and even when working with Crowley, there was no hesitation to kill demons if it meant protecting his friends: Sam and Dean. He was sure, regardless, that this demon most certainly wasn’t working with Crowley, and perhaps she was in another hell altogether.

And most likely, she wouldn’t hesitate to kill him as any other demon would. Castiel placed a hand on her forehead, hoping to expel the demon from her body, but… nothing happened. ……Castiel paused. So it was confirmed that his powers really didn’t work here. ]

…

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“…Hello.

You may call me Scanty. And you are?”

My name is Castiel.

[ He studied the woman in front of him, red skin and horns. Castiel probably did not interact as anyone else would in expressing curiosity and… alarm at the creature that spoke in perfectly understandable language greeting him. He merely narrowed his eyes. What could this person even be? A… leftover Jefferson Starship, as Dean liked to put it? ]

I take it you are not a human being.