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Hey - [Sam looks very busy! He's in his office at Merlotte's, gathering up files, folders...] - wanted to let everybody know to come down to Merlotte's tonight, we've got a few stand-up comics hired for the night show and some drink specials. I won't be there though, I've got to meet with some people about gettin' a loan, but I've got someone I used to work with at Club 24 coverin' for me tonight. She's real sweet, so I want ya'll to make her feel welcome, okay? - And don't think this means you can act up in the club; I'll still be back to kick ya'll in the ass tomorrow if you do.

[he grabs his keys, waves at the NV and sets it face-down on his desk. There's a muffled conversation, and soon after a woman picks the NV up and smirks]

...Hey there. I'm Sandra - I'll be watchin' the bar for Sam tonight. Hope to see you all in.

((APRIL FOOLS - with a little help from the devil, Sam's in touch with his feminine side tonight and plans to troll you all. You can respond to this like a post or start an action thread in the club!))

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[It's that lack of mocking that prompts Castiel to actually listen, frowning just slightly. It's oddly simple, when put that way, but Lucifer's prior insult hadn't been wrong; Castiel is the paranoid type, especially now. And his eyes flicker just slightly at the mention of the Winchesters, because while he's talking to Sam again and this Dean actually knows him and is speaking to him, his relationships with both are strained. Especially after what happened at home...

But he nods, slowly.]

And that is just it? We agree to stay on our sides and leave the others alone?

I agree to stay away from Crowley. I'll even make sure that none of my little pets get their claws in him.

But, and yes, brother, there is a caveat. But I want to take up where we left off. The coffee? The one-sided banter? I miss that.

[Castiel stares at his brother suspiciously, turning over this agreement in his head. Occasionally talking to Lucifer and having to meet with him for coffee isn't an enormous sacrifice. But he isn't about to just take that deal how it is just yet.]

You won't go near the Winchesters, either. Any of them.

No dice. I'm friends with Mary. But I'll promise not to hurt any of them. Not so much as a bruise unless they ask me to do it.

[And Sam does ask for it. From Jessica. Lucifer just smiles at Castiel, though.]

I like Dean, but you can keep 'im.

[Again Castiel considers it, and that's probably the best he'll get. He glares back at that comment about Dean, though.]

Fine. You cannot harm any of the Winchesters, or Crowley. Chuck either.

[Because he knows they've clashed before and he doesn't understand their relationship at all.]

In return, I will meet with you on occasion. How often?

[Because every three days was annoying and he isn't going to agree to more.

...Okay, he would with this deal, but he doesn't want to.]

All of that, just so you'll meet me 'on occasion'? You must be joking. [He's actually chuckling. Are you insane, Castiel?]

Either you move in with me and Michael to make that worth my time, or you agree to stop Crowley and everyone else from whatever little revenge was planned for Erik, and you meet me three times a week. To talk.

[Castiel's eyes narrow in frustration at the laughter, and he bristles more at Lucifer's suggestion of terms.]

I can't convince Crowley of anything. But he is he only one threatening retaliation that I know of; I will not act myself unless Michael--Erik--proves a threat to anyone else.

[Or goes too close to someone he cares about. Same difference.

He isn't touching the suggestion of moving in. Lucifer's insane to propose it as far as Castiel's concerned.]

I know Crowley. [And how thick that skull is around a tiny little rodent brain.]

I'm telling you, step in when he acts. Stop him so I don't have to. Promise that on top of the meetings, and I'll agree to your terms.

[Castiel resist the urge to roll his eyes at Lucifer's first statement; he doubts Lucifer knows Crowley anywhere near as well as he claims. But he doesn't feel the need to say that.]

It isn't feasible. Crowley will likely act without my knowledge.

[But he doesn't like that 'so I don't have to.']

Why do you care what happens to Erik anyway?

Oh, I'm sorry, that's a question I'd only answer for a coffee buddy.

[Sippin' his bourbon.]

[Ugh. Castiel finally takes a sip of his drink, so he can think, going over the options in his head. Getting Lucifer to not harm his friends is a chance he doesn't want to pass up. But he literally can't agree to his terms and mean them.

Not that Castiel has a problem lying, but lying to Lucifer is an issue. And he doesn't put it past his brother to go after his friends specifically if he finds out Castiel's done so.

But... There's a loophole, here. Agreeing to try to stop Crowley when and if he acts he might be able to do, because he could simply tell Crowley about the agreement. Then the demon really wouldn't let Castiel know when he was going to do something, and Castiel wouldn't have broken his agreement. And Castiel doesn't actually want Crowley going after Erik, considering how their last meeting had gone, but he also knows the demon will be determined to do so.

Meeting with Lucifer three times a week is a little much, but he can put up with it; he'd bled himself out for Sam almost that many times, and... Well. He's not sure which would actually be worse, but still.]

Fine. I will attempt to stop Crowley if possible.

Fair enough. [He agrees readily, because he's counting on Castiel not stopping Crowley. In which case the 'so I don't have to' kicks in, and Lucifer is free to slaughter the demon in as many creative ways as he likes. Win win. Just how Lucifer likes it.]

We're meeting tomorrow morning. I think we'll bring Chuck some scones.

[His jaw tightens a moment at Lucifer just deciding what they're doing and when, but he'll put up with it for the moment. This is a good deal, all considered. Sam and Dean could worry about Lucifer a little less, at least, and Chuck and his big mouth might not be at as much risk.

But that's a really strange thing for them to be doing tomorrow. Scones? What?]

Why?

Why not? I think it'll do him good to see us getting along.

[He finishes his bourbon, glances down the bar at ~~Sam~~ Sandra, and helps himself to another.]

How's the appletini?

[He's pretty sure Chuck will just be weirded out and wonder if Castiel's been hypnotized or threatened into compliance, but whatever. He'd rather be around Chuck too instead of just Lucifer.]

Unremarkable.

[It's about as scathing a remark as he'll allow himself, especially about something he actually has no opinion either way on. He's only had one sip, after all, though now reminded he picks up the glass and tips the whole thing back. He could use the alcohol, especially since he'll need so much of it to feel it.

Unless, he belatedly realizes, Lucifer has access to the stronger stuff that Chuck keeps.]

For a first attempt it could've been worse. I didn't give you paint thinner.

[,small>He stands, and motions Castiel to follow him.] Let's get something a little heftier.

[It'll mean ducking behind the bar and into the store room, but they're angels.]

[Castiel hesitates but decides to follow him anyway, for several reasons; it would be good to act like he's being easy to get along with, and he might pry some information out of Lucifer, being the main two.

Though he really doesn't intend to get drunk around his brother.]

[Lucifer has hidden the liquor in an old wine bottle. It won't taste anywhere near as strong as it is, because he's mixed it, to make it last longer. However, it's been watered down to archangel standards. He hands a glass to Castiel and has no idea how hard it will hit him.]

I promised Sam we'd limit ourselves. So...after this we'll go on a walk.

[Castiel takes it, cautiously trying a sip, but though it tastes like the alcohol Chuck has given him before a glass still isn't enough to get him drunk.

Were it the stuff made for angels, rather than archangels, anyway.

He downs the glass, wanting to get this all over with, and the only way to do that is not to drag the whole thing out. Fine, they can go for a walk. Maybe Lucifer will get bored.]

A walk where?

Downtown. [Near Purgatory. He pours Cas another drink, then one for himself. A larger glass.] Hey, did Crowley ever get all those pups handed out?

[He frowns at his glass being refilled, and begins to sip at it this time. He'll match how fast he's drinking to Lucifer.]

Yes. They have all found homes.

Glad to hear it. [The reason he'd asked is because his own hellhound is waiting outside for them. It pads over, sniffs Castiel, whoofs softly and then stuffs its head (more slender than Growley's) under his free hand for pets. He's grown to associate angel scents with affection.]

...Sam's been training mine. Who knew one man could influence so many hellbeasts.

[Castiel isn't afraid of hellhounds in the slightest, even Lucifer's, and so he allows him to sniff him before petting the dog on the head. It's a little reassuring and he begins to calm just slightly, not realizing it's more the effect of the alcohol than the creature.]

He is strangely good with them.

[Sam had done an excellent job with the hellhounds of Growley's that had needed training before being sent out.]

He is, isn't he? For a- whatever he is, he's not bad. [So hands off.]

Crowley didn't keep any of them?

No.

[It's the truth; Crowley didn't keep any of the puppies. Castiel did.]

Why did you want hellhounds created here?

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