Fin and John

[petty_dabbler]

People had this idea of the occult. All dark and spooky, like. Or else they thought of crystals and incense and vagina detoxes or what have you. For John it was just shopping.

He'd stopped at the butcher's and picked up pig blood, then went to Tesco for the rest, like candles and a sharpie. Salt. Lots of salt.

He looked down his list and scowled. John raised his head to try to see where he should go, but only saw...the man had been much thinner in the asylum but John was sure it was the same bloke.

"Well enough to shop? You look better without that tube," he said. He had already accepted that if he wasn't the same man then he'd just look like a nutter. Except...he wasn't usually wrong when his gut told him something.

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[prince_of_nymphs]

"Some of my magic is just... Innate. Once I had it, I just knew how to use it," Fin admitted, running his pointer around the rim of his wine glass, causing some ice crystals to form.

[petty_dabbler]

"Must be a faerie thing. The first time I got a taste of real power, I blew up a house," he said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Well, that's terrifying," Fin replied honestly. "I just felt tingly and had a lot of sex."

[petty_dabbler]

"Oh, I felt tingly," he chuckled. "And it's always there, just waiting for me to..."

He snapped his fingers and his entire hand up to his sleeve caught fire.

And then he shook it off.

"And see, now I feel a little bit better."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin visibly flinched at that, looking uncomfortable.

[petty_dabbler]

"Divine flame," he explained. "One of the more useful ways I got fucked over."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You mean, like- Holy?" Fin asked, wondering what Crowley might make of that.

[petty_dabbler]

"From God's own stock room," he said. "Kind of between a rock and a hard place and accepting the responsibility was sort of my only option."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"So you're... An angel?" Fin asked, looking confused.

[petty_dabbler]

Laughter exploded from him. Deep, genuine laughter interrupted by a rattling God-awful coughing fit.

"Jesus, no!" John said when he'd recovered. "Angels are absolute bastards."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"But you have holy powers?" Fin asked, genuinely confused.

[petty_dabbler]

"Like a conduit, love," he chuckled. "Necessary with demons. Sometimes the old black magic fails you. Gotta have a back up plan."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"...Not all demons though, right? Some of them aren't so bad..." Fin said casually.

[petty_dabbler]

"Know some sweet, fluffy demons, do you?" he asked in amusement.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Just one. And he's not fluffy, just... Not evil," Fin replied, picking his words carefully.

[petty_dabbler]

John's brows rose.

"Are you sure he's even a demon, then?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Positive," Fin said simply, finishing his wine and putting the glass aside.

[petty_dabbler]

"What's his name?" he asked, realizing that it wasn't sly. He honestly didn't expect him to fall for it.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Why don't i give you his address while I'm at it?" Fin replied dryly.

[petty_dabbler]

"That would be so helpful. Let me find a pen," John replied flatly. "Can't blame a man for trying."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"What would you do if I did name him? Kill him? He's not done anything to you," Fin frowned.

[petty_dabbler]

"If I can, I send them back to Hell," he said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't think he's keen to return," Fin replied. "Best to keep you apart, I think."

[petty_dabbler]

John drained the last of his wine and sat the glass down.

"Bummer," he said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin hummed, his demeanor less friendly now as he studied the other man.