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“Hey George! Wake up! We’re closing!”
He groaned and looked up at the bartender through dazed eyes.
“Aw, come on, I’ve only had… like… 2 beers?”
“You can add a zero to that guess. Just go home. I’d like to close up without having to call the ambulance for you for once.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll go.”
George stood up and walked out on unsteady feet. Stupid Danny being stupid with his stupid bar. He could have just let him stay a little longer. It wasn’t like he completely blacked out every time. It had just been hard after he had lost job and wife. What could one more beer do?
The streets were quiet. At this time of night no one was around to watch how much of a wreck he was. Also, it was quiet enough that his head wasn’t protesting too much yet. Still, everything was wonky around him, and he tried to hold on to the wall so he wouldn’t end up on the ground.
Well, he landed there anyway when out of absolutely nowhere he was hit from behind by someone running into him. He turned around and was about to get the last two working braincells to curse whoever it was out when he noticed pitch black eyes. What?
“Aw, too focused on running to look where you’re going?”
It was a woman, approaching from behind. Her long red hair was waving elegantly but something about her was off. Unnatural.
“Stay back, bitch! You don’t know who you’re trying to fuck with!”
“The favourite demon of Heaven’s former leader.”
It was a voice from the other side, belonging to some guy who looked very rough. Tall, handsome, trained, and just as unnatural as the other two with the glowing red irises.
“Dean, this one is mine. You can interrogate a different demon.”
“As if I’d leave this one to you, Abaddon. If anyone’s getting info on dear Mikey, it’s us.”
“You can dream of it, Dean-o.”
The guy with the glowing eyes drew a blade and George pressed himself against the wall while doing his best not to draw any attention to himself. This whole thing was crazy.
“Let’s see if you can still joke around when I grab him right from under your ass.”
And just like that the mysterious woman and the rough looking guy were attacking each other, fighting in a way that would make a lot of martial art celebrities jealous. George and the black-eyed guy were just sitting on the ground, watching the fight in awe.
It was intense. The red-haired woman landed a kick that sent the rough guy against the wall. He got up again though and next the woman was hitting the wall. George was by now entirely sure that this was just an alcohol induced hallucination, so he dared talk to the man next to him.
“What’s going on? Who are they?”
“Abaddon, the once favourite Knight of Cain himself, and Dean Winchester, hunter, demon, lover of the devil himself.”
What the actual Hell was his brain conjuring up in that moment? Whatever he had drunk, it couldn’t have only been beer. Maybe Danny had taken revenge for him passing out the last time and now he was high on acid or something because there was absolutely no way that this was real, that this was anything but his brain going completely insane.
“And what do they want with you?”
“Information on the former leader of heaven and disgraced archangel Michael.”
George’s head was pounding now but he had the feeling that it wasn’t the alcohol at the moment because how could anything be at fault but the absolutely craziness and insanity that his brain had just conjured up.
He should definitely write a book about that strange fantasy if he wasn’t too drunk to remember it the next day. That shit could become a bestseller.
“Look, I am all for having a nice chat, but I will now take the chance while they are fighting and get out of here as fast as possible.”
With that the demon, because that was what his mind had conjured up, was gone in a moment. The other two didn’t notice. Apparently they were far too occupied fighting each other and quite honestly, it was a spectacle. From clashing knives to whatever telekinetic forces were thrown around. If that hadn’t just been his drunk mind making shit up, he would have been scared.
Could beer alone even cause hallucinations? He had had multiple beers before without hallucinating up something like that. Like two demons, one of which apparently being the devil’s lover, fighting over getting information about another.
No, there definitely had to have been something more in the beer. Probably that one guy that had come in for the first time and smelled of weed.
While he was planning on how to find that stoner that was for sure responsible for this hallucination a blade embedded itself into the wall next to him.
“I swear, if you do that again I’ll fucking gut you.”
It was the man shouting at the woman.
“I would have challenged you to try, Dean. Unfortunately, the price of our little fight got away.”
“What?”
Now both demons were looking at him and it was an entirely uncomfortable situation that felt so much more real than it should. George just raised his hand in greeting and to his otter shock got two raised hands in turn. Then they went off on each other gain.
“That’s all your fault! If you’d for once just cooperate until we get Michael out of Hell we wouldn’t have all these problems!”
“So? You think I would make it easier for you? I don’t want Lucifer’s entourage on the throne just as much as I don’t want Michael there.”
“Well, bitch, you’re gonna be seeing it anyway and I’m gonna pull Michael’s demon right out from under your nose.”
The male demon vanished and the female one was right behind.
George slowly and shakily pushed himself to his feet and he started moving again. It was quiet again. The blade that had been stuck in the wall next to him had vanished too. The hole in the wall was still there, he could even feel it when he ran his hand over the hole. Was that still an hallucination?
Either way, George made his way back to the bar, stumbling a bit but definitely not in a state where he was close to passing out. Now that the three demons of his imagination were gone it was silent again. At least no one would see what state he was in, now not only drunk but also dishevelled and looking like a madman.
Standing in front of the bar and seeing some light in it he started banging at the door. For a while he went ignored and then finally Danny opened the door.
“George, I told you! I’ve been closing up and cleaning. I’m not going to continue to let you drink yourself to death.”
“That’s what I wanted to talk about. Do you still have that AA flyer? I need to get sober.”
Several months later a fallen angel with a love for collecting things picked up a book that looked interesting and when he read the plot he bought it immediately, vowing to show it to everyone.