"No progress in finding Daddy, eh, sweetheart?" Fergus guessed without greeting or turning around when Castiel arrived into his lair – which was really a manor, but Fergus insisted to use the term "lair": "It sounds more conspiring, that way", he had said, and Castiel had accepted that.
"You don't sound very surprised", Castiel remarked icily, and looked around in demon's study. It wasn't cozy as Aziraphale's house, or modern as Crowley's apartment, where Castiel had once visited when his brother had promised to go and water Crowley's plants. Here, everything was massive and impressive, and had a certain sense of style in it; style that talked about power, authority and money.
Fergus shrugged. "Well, if He has managed to stay away from long, I see no reason for Him to pop up now – Besides, I'm still not convinced if the guy even exist."
"You are a demon, who lives in Hell – and you're talking with angel of Lord, who comes from Heaven – and still you doubt God's existence?"
"Well, what can I say? Healthy skepticism, that's it…" Fergus finally turned around, glass in his hand, and stalked closer. "So… Plan A was shot down – no big surprises here – so what shall we try next?"
"I… I don't know", Castiel admitted. Fergus came to stood little too close, but Castiel refused to move or show any sings of uneasiness. That made Fergus smirk a little.
"Well, good for you then, I've a plan B", he said, and walked over to his desk and opened one of the drawers. "Did those two Winchesters never happen to mention you the Colt?"
"… It's a weapon. It's said to be able to kill almost anything."
"Well, let's just hope that that "anything" contains "anyone"… or, in this case – Lucifer", Fergus said and took out the gun. "This is the Colt, the masterpiece of late Samuel Colt."
"You… had it whole this time?" Castiel asked, and frowned suspiciously. "Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?"
"'Cause I'm not especially delighted to give it back to those two trigger-happy morons", Fergus explained. "But, as it seems, we no longer have other option left."
"I shall bring it to them", Castiel said hurriedly and took a step closer, but Fergus raised both his hands placatingly.
"Hold your horses, there! You can't simply give it to them; that would raise too many questions, like "where did you find it" or "how did you get it"… And let's be honest: You're not that good liar."
"Then I shall tell the truth…"
"The truth? That You've been working with a demon? Well, wouldn't that go just splendidly… In best case, they would think that I'm using you to some nefarious reasons – and in worst scenario, they may think that you've once again switched sides - Don't even try to deny it, Castiel… you've a bad track-record on that area! - In any case, they wouldn't trust you any more."
As much as Castiel hated to admit it, Fergus was probably right. "So what should we do, then?" he asked, little sulkily.
"Well luckily to you, I've got a plan for that, too; some time ago, the Winchesters met this delightfully dunderheaded fan of theirs – Becky something, I think – and I know this site she uses to spread her Winchester-knowledge. Now, I'm going to have a nice little chat with her about the Colt's whereabouts, and then make sure that she relies her findings back to her idols. Simple, aren't it?"
Castiel frowned. "How is that "simple"? And how are you going to make sure that they meet again?"
Fergus smirked. "Because I'm going to ask her, "wouldn't it be wonderful to have a con about our favourite book series?"… Really, it's not that hard. She'll bite the idea, I'll make sure that financial side is handled – as a great fan that I am, indeed – and she'll make sure that the Winchesters will be there! And if I play my cards right, She may even think that it was her own idea all the time!"
Fergus was really proud of himself, but was put down quickly as Castiel tilted his head and asked, "What's this "con" you're talking about?"
Fergus sighed and rubbed his temples. "Ughh… For a moment, I forget that it was you I was talking to… You know what? Just forget it. All you need to know is that I've got a plan, it works and you don't need to worry about it."
"If you say so…"
"So I say. Once the Winchesters have got this information, they will probably ask for you to find me. It would be best if you took for you at least day or two to do so."
"I understand. Any sooner that that would rise some suspicions, right?"
"Right. It's good to see that we're on same page, darling."
"I just hope that your plan is successful", Castiel added, already preparing to leave. He didn't want to spent too much time near the demon; it would only make him think too much about how little it really bothered him to be around the said demon.
"You'll find, honey, that my plans hardly ever fail", Fergus answered smugly, and raised his glass as a good bye while Castiel flew away.