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[After hearing more than a few rumors, Sam has done his research and realized that yeah, this guy is a fallen angel. So, with an angel sword up his sleeve and a little thing of holy oil in his pocket along with his zippo, he approached the fallen angel.] You enjoy killing people or something?

"Demons, love." He pushes the face of one to the ground. That was true, actually. Not because he was on the 'good' side, however. Well, not God's side anyways. Chashowk's black flame was at a dull lick about the black steel of his blade.

"Sure you want to approach Chashowk, Sammity Sam? We all know how dark it gets in that little heart of yours time to time."

[Sam watched the blade carefully then looked back up at the obviously very fallen angel, especially if he was using a weapon like that.] I've been clean for a few years, thanks.

Now what the hell is this about you owning every Winchester's soul? [And considering that he's just gotten his memories back and was working on keeping his sanity, the last thing he needed was somebody new fucking with his soul.]

Very Fallen. Chashowk controls darkness, darling. Although Belial becomes more interested in the question at hand rather than what the sword may do to Sammy Winchester... even if it just might already be influencing him. Most interesting.

"Oh, my. Who has the loose tongue?"

[No. No influences. Just a pissed off Sam Winchester. Besides, Sam hasn't been feeling very dark lately.] That isn't the answer to the question I asked.

I don't know who the hell you think you are but... You can't do that. You don't own every Winchester's soul.

Belial makes a face and pats down his vest as if he were looking for somthing. Messy hair, sharp yet haphazardly dressed, wingtips. Everything seemed to be in check. "Well, one thinks he's Belial!"

"You say it like it's a bad thing, Sammers. You'd rather go to Alistair's table?"

[Dean walks out into the open to stand by his brother. Huh...he thought this guy he'd heard so much about would have been taller] We'll ignore the part where Alistair is dead and just go with ending up on the rack is better than being some ex-angel's bitch.

[Sam looks over to where his brother arrived from, happy that Dean's come out of the shadows.] We've kinda been there, done that. Now... Which one of the many other Winchesters made this deal... cause he obviously didn't know what the fuck he was doing.

Oh come on, he's at least six foot. Fashion model, can't be too short if you're a fashion model, you know?

"You'd like to think he is," Belial chuckled a little. "Anyways, you'd not be working for demons you silly thing, where in all the hells are you getting these facts from?"

No, we'd be working for a fallen angel, been there done that shit. Sorry, you can have whatever fucked up me was stupid enough to make another deal but he can't sell all of us.

[Sam nods along with his brother.] Besides... Considering you're an angel... I didn't know you could make deals with souls. I thought that only demons could do that. Unless you've fallen so far you've reached demon status.

And don't you think that the proper King of Hell would have a very very big problem with buying our souls?

"No," he corrected again, "you'd be working for yourself. Topside if you desired, if all goes well and I survive. If I don't then you've much worse things to worry about!"

Weird how he manages to sound cheerful and serious at the same time.

"Tut, tisn't a deal, love. Tis a binding. Many guardians use it to a smaller extent specifically to prophets." Oh, but. A face at Sam's statement. "On Lucifer's side suddenly?"

Lucifer is rotting in a cage, Crowley is king of hell and...much as I hate to admit it the guys is at least sometimes reasonable. Point is what the hell happened that makes you think you can own all of us? Cause I don't if it 'tis a binding or not, nobody owns me.

It's not gonna work on us. Just like it's not gonna work on a lot of other ones. Trust me. That one who made the deal or binding may be a retard but the rest of us know how fucked this is.

[Sam shook his head, taking a breath before continuing.] What the fuck do you get out of binding yourself to our souls anyway? We're both so fucking damaged we can't be worth anything.

"Goodness, I need a recording device." he rubbed his forehead. "Lucifer isn't in that box anymore. He's here, again, and he's going to continue his stupid little vengeance plan. And speaking of Crowley, isn't he the metaphorical owner of your sorry asses currently or is that just an odd sense of loyalty?"

He rolled a shoulder. "Anyways, if you're heaven bound I wont touch you but if you're Hell bound, you're mine, and you're mine you're both vessels, idiots. Earth is my domain, Lucifer and Michael can take their petty little squabble elsewhere."

[he shakes his head, almost in awe] Wow..you're like eight kinds of stupid. Look you can't just own all of us, sorry. And Lucifer isn't out of is cage in our world.

You can do whatever you want with the Winchesters from your world, especially if they're dumb enough to let Lucifer escape twice but one of us can't sell all of us. And if I do end up in hell when I die? Which all things considered...seems pretty likely I'm gonna get tortured again.

[Sam had to agree with his brother. This guy was a fucking moron.] No. Earth isn't your domain. It belongs to humans, not you or the other angels... or demons for that matter. We get that we've still vessels. But that still doesn't answer the question of what do you get out of it.

Who's side are you on? Heaven or Hell's? And please don't say your own side... cause we've heard that one too many times to know that's bull shit.

Oh, right. He forgot. Humans > everything. How silly of him. Oh well, at the end of the day he still had trump over these two welps so regardless of what they thought, he wins. What they did think was a little confusing... and he ruled over confusing! Oh, haha. The irony. Anyways. Talking about this was useless if they were just going to roll their eyes out of their heads and disbelieve. Which was typical of them so... whatever!

"Well, this conversation has certainly been enlightening!" He clasps his hands together in front of his body. "But since you two boys have everything all sorted out and making sense in your own heads, I'll be getting back to work. Adios, darlings."

Chao, babes. He's gone to the ground.

[Cocks his head and turns to Sam, way to meta for his own good] Well that was kinda god-moddy right? And I still don't know why the hell idiot!me made that deal...no! Wait! Sorry, 'tis a binding.