fandomtownies | Caritas; Wednesday [03/27].

So, this was Summer's first pollen week while single in three years, so she was thinking thigns could get a little interesting at her Caritas shift that evening.

Good interesting? Bad interesting?

(Even worse. not interesting at all??)

She had no idea, so she was trying not to think about it, or build up any expectations, to keep herself simultaneously prepared for everything and for nothing at all. Which left a pretty big, obnoxious knot in her stomach.

Although that could also just be from working in all-too-close proximity of Tino and the realization that, especially without the 'I have a boyfriend!' shield, that could theoretically happen tonight.

Yeah, okay, she was definitely going to just focus on making drinks and slinging jello and insisting this was an absolutely normal Wednesday night, until something started to look decidedly more advantageous for her.

Well, maybe with a little help from the specials tonight. What? She was nothing if not an opportunist.

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Okay. That got his attention. He did take her hand and shake it politely though he was fairly distracted by everything she just said.

"Okay. There's a lot to unpack there. First? Hi. Dean Winchester, pleased to meet you," he said sincerely. "Marc did let me know that there were shenanigans when he took over the house. He also mentioned you come to think of it. He did leave out the ruler of hell realm of Limbo part. You're also not the first ruler of a hell dimension that I've known or befriended."

Was befriended truly a term for Crowley or Rowena?

"Unless the music is boy band crap you won't get a complaint from me but the warning about brimstone is appreciated. I spent enough time in hell for it to make me a little jumpy."

Illyana made a face. "Hell realms are the worst, and I do not recommend them. They make anyone sane more than a little jumpy, and sometimes the insane ones too," she agreed. "--and most of us aren't worth knowing."

"But don't worry, you're more likely to hear stuff like Misfits, Clash, Mucous Membrane, Rage Against the Machine, Cats Laughing, Green Day... I missed the pop boy band era on Earth."

Well it wasn't Zepplin but nobody her generation listened to Dad rock anyway. He nodded in approval. "You were lucky. Pretty sure someone sold their soul to make the boy bands popular anyway," he replied. "So this ruler of a hell dimension... Do you mind if I ask how that happened?"

"I was six, lonely, and had immense magical potential that no one knew about," she said simply. "Even a Hell Lord can have a beautiful smile, and before anyone realized what was happening, I slipped through their fingers and was gone."

"I was thirteen when I escaped my 'apprenticeship.' Fourteen when he came after me again, and I killed him and claimed his place as Sorcerer Supreme and Hell Lord." It was the Cliff Notes version, but no matter tipsy she was, Illyana was not going to get into the state of her soul with her new housemate at the bar.

"So if you're asking if anyone is going to show up causing problems because of me...no. The other Hell Lords of my world have their own domains, and there are rules." She smiled slightly, and if Dean thought her teeth looked sharp, well, maybe it was the lighting in here? "--and I scare them shitless."

"How did you end up in a hell, Dean Winchester? And how did you get out again?"

Dean cocked one eyebrow at that. "That's the worst coming of age story I ever heard," Dean said gruffly but not unkindly, "And I've heard my fair share."

He paused just looking at Illyana, pondering a moment or two before continuing. "No kid I know could ever live through that and come out on the other side without being dead, dying or ending up in an asylum. Whatever got you through that... I'm impressed. Like I said, I've known and befriended a few rulers of hell. I know one or two of them if they were still around would be certainly staying away from you."

He took another sip of his whiskey and sighed.

"As for me, my hell story is pretty simple. My brother died and in what was the lowest point of my life at the time, I sold my soul to a crossroads demon to bring him back. A year later my debt came due and died. I spent about four months in hell... at least in this reality. 40 years down there being tortured. And then in a much more complicated conversation, I was pulled from hell by a group of angels who had their own agenda."

"Hell time-skips. My deepest sympathies, I know the feeling, and I am buying your next whiskey," Illyana said. "...and you had angels on top of it."

"Fandomites have the habit of doing very dumb things for family around here, so you are in good company on the island."

"I had a feeling these were my type of people," Dean said toasting Illyana with his drink. "And yeah. Angels are dicks."

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