Jack isn’t a very suspicious person by nature and usually tends to give people the benefit of the doubt, but there’s something about this interaction that seems a bit off to him. Doesn’t everyone know what year it is? Maybe this guy doesn’t have a calendar. Or a phone. Either way, it’s starting to raise some questions. “2018,” he says slowly. “…Are you alright, sir?”
2018. So, he wasn’t gone that long – maybe a few months to most of the year. Time was different in Hell. It moved faster and sometimes you could age centuries in a short amount of time. Truth be told, Ky had spend more time alive down there than up above, and he still had trouble getting the years straight in his head. “Not really,” he said, rubbing at his eyes for a few moments. “Fought my way out – i feel like crap.”
Seeing as they were still investigating a case in this town, Jack probably should’ve been more suspicious than he was— or at least have asked some questions about the strange happenings. But it was in his nature to be trusting, and he didn’t see any cause for alarm just yet. Maybe if Sam or Dean were with him, it might’ve been a different story. “There’s a bar not too far from here,” he offered, tilting his head slightly as he considered the question. “It’s Thursday, July 19.”
“Year?” The question was asked as if it was the per-usual. Ky sometimes found himself out mere weeks after he was thrown in the bit, but it had been years- no centuries for him down there. A reason to why he needed to know exactly how long he’d been gone – if it was by what he’d assumed… it had been at least a few months – maybe longer. “What…” he sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “year is it?”
Maybe he should be fair less trusting than he is, but for the most part, Jack still believes that most people are inherently good. That’s why he doesn’t necessarily avoid talking to strangers, or start out as being suspicious of them or their potential motives. But on top of that, he’s eager to help someone if he can. “Do you need something?” he asks, tilting his head slightly. “You look a little lost.” // @hellfirebound ♥’d!
Lost was one thing, but it wasn’t exactly accurate. No, Ky knew that digging his way out of Hell this time around wasn’t going to be easy, but he still had attempted it. Several weeks of bargaining, digging, and trying to earn favor back – it all lead to this. Maybe he should have tried another route, but he wanted to prove he was better than what he was before ( even if he didn’t know where on earth he was now ). “A drink among other things.” He ran his hand over his face. “What day is it anyways?”
“Interested in me,” Jack finished. This demon— or whoever he was— certainly wasn’t the first supernatural being who’d been interested in him, and he probably wasn’t going to be the last. Really, though, Jack didn’t want anything to do with any of them; not when they hurt people. Both Heaven and Hell could leave him alone, as far as he was concerned. “I thought you’d be here because of Asmodeus,” he said, still not letting his guard down. “He wanted me to open some sort of door for him, but I won’t do it. I won’t.”
“i don’t serve mr. friend chicken.” then again, he doubted anyone would want to serve asmodeous. ky might have held a title, but he wasn’t going to get involved in hell’s affairs. not these days at least. “nor do i care about opening doors. if i wanted a door open, i can do it myself.” or use a few demons to open it for him. “or just wait until the time was right.”
then again, he doubted the time would ever be right, and it was to that reason he decided to change the track of the conversation. well, at least as best as possible. “so, besides that,” he continued on, “consider myself at your… disposal.“ a shrug. “ more or less or at least until things are settled down back home.”
“You’re not here because of Asmodeus?” Jack asked. That was…somewhat reassuring, at least, but he didn’t let himself relax just yet. A demon was still a demon, after all, and just because he wasn’t working for the one in a white suit didn’t make him friendly. “What fuss– oh. You mean me. You’re here because of me.”
“because i’m interested.” there was a major difference between working for asmodeus and himself, but there was doubt the other would understand. in truth, all he wanted was to see why hell was interested in the kid, and go from there. so far, he didn’t really see the big deal – not really at least. “not due to some demon who’s been in hiding for years.” or… someone who looked like they came out of a tv commercial. “rather, since i want to know why you’re so important,” a pause, “and why i should stay away.”
“You’re a demon,” Jack says, taking a step back. He’s only dealt with demons once or twice before, but he knows full well by now that they’re just as friendly as the angels are. Both sides want to use him for their own purposes, and he’s not about to let that happen. There’s no way he’s going anywhere with this guy. “If you’re here for Asmodeus, my answer is no. I’m not helping him. He wants to hurt people– and he hurt my family.” // @hellfirebound ♥’d.
“to be quite fair, i feel quite human today.” It was a rarity that he felt anything other than an unending rage. still, he was attempting to get the most out of the time he could. “more to the point, i’m not here on behalf of scar face. not exactly my type.” rather, he just didn’t asmodeus so far… even if it had just been rumors. “i’m simply here to see what the fuss is about.”
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