"Where am I?" Uriel demanded angrily. He remembered fighting with Castiel, then someone whispered something in his ear, and everything went white. Solid blank empty white.
And then he was here, in a room that looked suspiciously like a pub, with a low bar and a lopsided jukebox against the far wall. No one looked around at his question, even though the air was crackling with his righteous fury. Or not. It kind of fizzled out after a second of electricity.
"Pipe down, you prick." said a voice from a table in the corner. Uriel looked over his shoulder, and there was Alastair, nursing a tall glass of beer.
"You dare speak back to me, stain?" Uriel growled.
"What are going to do? Smite me?" Alastair chuckled.
"As a matter of fact," Uriel said, concentration all his power into his hand, preparing to exorcize the demon on the spot. The usual bubble of energy didn't seem to be appearing. Alastair laughed. "What did you do to me?" Uriel growled.
"I didn't." Alastair grinned. "But someone did. I'm guessing it was that little angel."
"What are you talking about?"
"You're dead, stupid." Alastair said, taking a sip of beer. Uriel scowled and marched to the table.
"I am not."
"Yes, you are." Alastair said bluntly, staring Uriel down, not a hint of fear. "And so am I." Uriel sat down, sliding into his chair without taking his eyes off of Alastair.
"Did you really think angels could just go back to heaven when they died?" Alastair asked, voice showing about half of it's usual menace. Mostly the demon just sounded weary.
"I did not." Uriel said stiffly.
"They can't." Alastair took another, longer drink. "And demons don't go to hell. We're in limbo."
"Limbo." Uriel repeated.
"Limbo."
Tick.
After about five minutes sitting at the table, a waiter walked by and placed a glass in front of Uriel. It was filled with a beer he had never tasted before, but was still achingly familiar. It wasn't bad, it wasn't great either.
It was okay.
Tock.
Uriel finished the glass without feeling so much as a buzz. The beer left no taste in his mouth. He was given another before he had the chance to order, and took it just to have something to do with his hands.
Tick
There were eighty seven people within Uriel's sight. Sixty five of which were demons, if his estimations were correct. The other twenty two were angels, put there most likely by Uriel's own hand.
They didn't seem to care that he was trapped with them
Tock
"We're waiting for something, aren't we?" Uriel finally asked, the first break in the silence since his arrival. Alastair nodded, not looking at him.
"The end of the world." The demon said.
Uriel had no idea how long that would take. But he knew it would feel longer in Limbo.
And he would wait.
Tick
Tock