"Tell me again – how on earth did you manage to talk me into this?" Bobby grumbled. Fergus, who had been fixing hunter's tie, raised his head and smirked a bit.

"Because, and this is quote, you got "tired of you bitching about it, so fine, I'll do it if it makes you shut up, you damn demon". Which is wrong, by the way: I wasn't bitching."

Bobby snorted. "Yeah, right… You totally were."

"I wasn't", Fergus denied absentmindedly as he took a step back to admire his handwork. "Not bad… You're actually looking more like a man and less like a bear today", he recommended.

"I have used a suit before, you know."

"At work, yes – and it made you look like you had just came from funerals", Fergus said and leaned up to press light kiss on the corner of Bobby's mouth. "Now, you look almost handsome… If only you could keep your mouth shut, you would almost pass as a civilized human being."

"Very funny", Bobby muttered, but there was fondness in his voice. "…There's no way out of this anymore?"

Fergus chuckled. "Like there ever was! Besides, you have already met them both before – heck, you even like my father – so where's the problem?"

"This still feels too much like when I was a teenager and went to fetch some girl on date from her home… Not even mention of when I went to meet Karen's family…!"

"Chill, love… It's not like my father's going to bite you – Aziraphale wouldn't let him! …But seriously: You've nothing to worry about."

Bobby sighed. "I just hope that this will be over soon…"

"Same here… Ready to go, then?"

"This is probably as ready as I can get", Bobby answered and offered his hands. Fergus took them into his owns, giving encouraging squeeze, and puffed them away.

"Well, it doesn't look all that bad…" Bobby commented as they stood outside of a pub that looked just a little bit too expensive for him to be completely easy with it, but not too much.

"Yeah", Fergus answered, and it was clear that he was at least as nervous as Bobby was.

"Feeling jumpy?" Bobby asked.

Fergus shot an irritated look at him. "Why would I be?"

"Right… Let's go in, then."

Bobby took one step ahead, but was sopped by Fergus' hand quickly grapping his arm. "Wait! Just…" the demon seemed to have problems to use his vocabulary. "Just… don't let them overwhelm you. They can be little… strange sometimes – Well, most of the time – but… They mean well, so don't get too shocked if they say or do something way out of the concept…"

Bobby had never seen Fergus being skittish before – he had hardly even imagined that the demon could be anything but self-confident. To see him like this, it was kind of… cute. I didn't just think him being cute!

"It seems that I'm not the only one feeling himself as a teenager today…" he said with a chuckle. "Don't worry, I've faced worse things than a slightly embarrassing parents in my life."

"Oh, and I thought that it was you who were being a nervous wreck just a little time ago…" Fergus grumbled.

Bobby shrugged. "Well one of us needs to grow some balls or we're never getting in there", he answered. Since the demon still gave no sings of moving forward, Bobby gathered his spunk and took his hand, starting to lead them towards the door. Feeling his face heat, he avoided to look at Fergus, but could imagine his bewildered expressing.

Whatever, the sooner we get in the sooner it's over and we can return home and never talk about this again, he thought vehemently.

"Ah, you're here!" Aziraphale greeted happily as Bobby and Fergus joined them at the table. "We started to think that you wouldn't be able to come!"

"I told you that they would", Anthony reminded him and stood up to hug his son. "It's good to see you", he said simply, before turning to offer Bobby his hand. "As I've already introduced myself before, I wont repeat it now, but maybe this time you would find it okay to shake hands?" he said with a smirk, and Bobby remembered their first meeting.

Feeling sheepish, Bobby shook hands with Fergus' father and then with Aziraphale, who also took the opportunity to properly introduce himself. Bobby meet Fergus' gaze and smiled as the other rolled his eyes.

They sat down, and soon came a waiter to take their order. They all decided to take cottage pie, and Antony and Aziraphale ordered few bottles of wine. Fergus took Craig, and Bobby, while feeling himself rather boorish, asked beer.

"So", started Anthony, and turned to look at Bobby, "how have you been? No lasting impacts due your visit on the death's door?"

"I've been fine", Bobby answered. "Though I might have gain a little weight; your son has a knack on cooking." He felt Fergus nudge him on the ribs in a way that probable meant, 'stop babbling'.

Aziraphale smiled. "Really? Oh, that's wonderful, Fergus! Maybe you could some time help me with my muffins; they still aren't quite… right."

"That, angel, is because you insist on cooking and reading at the same time", Anthony pointed out. "Besides, haven't I asked you to leave the kitchen to me?"

"But that would hardly be fair, my dear!" Aziraphale insisted.

"You could always help by doing the dishes", Fergus said.

"That's not the same!"

"We don't even need to eat…", Anthony muttered, but then the waiter came back with their drinks. Food came soon after, and for a while, they all focused on their dinner. Bobby felt himself to relax. The food is great, and so far no-one has said or done anything embarrassing. Maybe we will survive from this…

"So, are you two planning on starting your own family in future?" Aziraphale asked innocently, making Fergus, who had just took another bite from his pie, almost choke on it.

… Or maybe we will all die here, Bobby thought as he patted Fergus' back.

"Angel! They've just started dating", Anthony chastised his partner. "I doubt they're even having sex just yet."

"Oh… Right…", Aziraphale said and looked a little apologetic.

"Don't say things like that without warning", Fergus snapped. He had managed to caught his breath, but his face looked suspiciously red. Bobby would had leered at that, had his own face haven't been glowing just as much.

"I'm very sorry, dear! We're just… Well, we've been…"

"What the angel tries to say is that we're just very happy that Fergus has found someone who can take his snark", Anthony explained, "and that's why we hope that things will continue to thrive between you two."

Bobby felt flustered by this.

"Fine, fine", Fergus admitted. "But please, can we not talk about marriages? And father, I beg you, never use word "sex" like that when talking with me!"

Anthony seemed surprised. "Why? You certainly had never showed any aversion of using it."

"That's totally different thigh – Bobby, don't you dare to laugh at me!"

He couldn't help it – the situation was just so uncommon; King of Hell blushing like an embarrassed teenager whose parents are acting like dorks in front of his friends. If I just could take a picture of this… Then again, he would probably kill me for that…

"Sorry, sorry… It's just… It's cute when behave like human!" Bobby managed to say between his chuckles. He could see them looking at him; Fergus was seemingly dumbfounded, Aziraphale smiled happily and Anthony looked… pleased.

After that their conversation moved into safer topics. Fergus started to prattle about improvements he was planning to carry out in Hell, making Bobby snort every time his goals seemed to be getting out of hand. Anthony also listened attentively and even pointed out few counter proposals.

"I'm happy to see that you've been finding out methods of torment that aren't as… tormenting", Aziraphale commented with a bright smile. Bobby found it hard to think out anything more tormenting than an endless queue, but decided to not say anything about it. Anthony clearly noticed that and smirked at him; the older demon seemed to understand humans just as well as his formerly-human son did.

Which didn't make him feel any better when Anthony turned towards his son and said, "I would like to talk a moment with your Bobby – alone", he added, pointedly, as he probably knew that as far as eavesdropping goes, Fergus had no shame.

"You're planning to say something horribly embarrassing, aren't you?" Fergus whined, but didn't start to argue. "Well, at least I won't have to hear it. Just please don't scare him off? I kind of like this one…" He gave to Bobby a reassuring smile.

Bobby grunted. "I'm not that easy to fright, you idjit", he said, making Anthony laugh a bit.

"See? We're fine. And don't let Aziraphale drink too much, he's gotten this now habit of getting… giggly when his drunk!" That said, Anthony lead Bobby at pub's terrace.

"So", Anthony started, "it's been nice evening, right?"

"Yeah", Bobby admitted, and tried to stay cool while his hands were getting sweaty. "Nice place, too; there's nothing like this in America…"

Anthony nodded. "It's been there over 400 years… I still remember when it first opened like it was yesterday; still it's older than my son." His voice was little slurred, so Bobby guessed that he, too, had needed little extra courage before this conversation. It made him feel slightly better. "Maybe that's why I find it hard to see him as an adult; because I've lived so much longer. Tell me, have you… Has Fergus ever told you how we met?"

Bobby shrugged. "Not much; I try to not pry."

Anthony smiled at him. "Admirable man… No wonder he likes you so. And you're quite fond of him, too, aren't you?"

Bobby had expected that, but still it took him by surprise. "I… I think I am", he said. "I enjoy his company; he can be fitty and funny, when he wants to."

Anthony nodded. "Aren't that true… But as well as you know who he is, you know what he is. Can you accept that - That he's a demon?" He took off his sunglasses, and the eyes that looked into Bobby's eyes were searching, calculating…

Bobby swallowed. "I can live with it. To be honest, at first I had my doubts… I know what he is, and can reckon what kind of deeds he has had to commit to get where he is now. I know he's no saint… But I don't want lose him, so I can tolerate it… Though maybe I'm just being selfish…"

"Nothing bad in being a little selfish every now and then", Anthony assured, before sighing. "You're a good man, Bobby Singer. That makes it easier, for me, to trust you with my son. He's not a good person, but his not unredeemable, either… and he's dear to me."

Bobby shifted his legs; damn, he wasn't good at these chick flick moments… "Is this the moment when you promise to kill me if I ever hurt him?" he asked, only half joking.

Anthony chuckled. "You probably know that already… Just… Be patient with him, okay? His not good with all this "feelings" stuff – but then again, it seems that neither are you! Maybe that's why you two get along so well…" After that, he stood quietly for a while, and Bobby started already go nervous before Anthony spoke again. "I wasn't there when he was a child; he lived a whole lifetime that I had no part in."

"The last time we met you kind of implied that you didn't know about him", Bobby pointed out.

"That's only an excuse. My son was being miserable; how was it possible for me to not know? Surely I should have been able to sense it, somehow…" He turned to look at Bobby. "When we first met, he was a complete wreck. The reality of selling his soul had just caught him up, and he really didn't want to die. I… I recognized him right away, even if we were never met each other; I know he was mine. My son…"

Bobby wasn't sure if he should be listening this or not. If Fergus had wanted him to know this, he would have told; on the other hand, he really wanted to know more.

"I did what I could: I sent the hellhounds away, took him to Aziraphale… We spent days buried into his books while Fergus drank everything he could find and threw me with every hard obstacles he get into his hands. He was angry, at that time, and probably feeling betrayed…"

"…What did you do, then?" Bobby asked.

Anthony chuckled bitterly. "I took his soul."

Bobby blinked his eyes. "What?"

"I took his soul, contained it and hid it away", Anthony explained. "I did some fake paperwork, made it look like he had been properly initiated to Hell. Then I went to Hell and plead with Lilith – You've heard about her, right? – and after getting some favors from me, she took my new protégée under her wing."

Bobby was honestly baffled. "But… why? Wasn't there other options, some that wouldn't had required you to make him into a demon?"

Anthony shook his head. "Who knows? But we were running out of time. I thought that as long as his soul was safe, there would still be possibility to fix it later… But I underestimated how corruptive Hell is. If I gave him back his soul, now, it would hurt him immensely. Besides, it was safer for him that way, considering…" at that point, his voice lowered into a mumbling.

"Wait, wait… There's lot I don't get, but… Weren't demons supposed to be just corrupted human souls? If Fergus' soul is contained, then… From what has he made of?"

Anthony tilted his head. "You're a man who knows lore, aren't you? Then you know that in ancient times, many people have thought that every human possess three souls, or that the soul is combination of three parts: breath, mind and the third one… let's call it spirit. Well, the breath is easy; it's same as breathing, and after you die, it's simply gone. Now, mind is your… self-awareness, your thoughts and personality. It's what makes you… well, you. But spirit… it's the closest thing to what comes in to your mind when you think about eternal soul. It's like your shadow; a part of you that you can live without, but that kind of life would be empty and shallow, almost emotionless. This much clear?"

Bobby nodded slowly. "That's something like in shamanism, isn't it?"

Anthony smirked. "One of the oldest religions… Well, I didn't so much took Fergus' whole soul, just the third part of it; his spirit. The rest of him, since the breath has left the body, is his mind, and that's the part I made into a demon. Most demons are forged of from the combination of mind and spirit, so the difference isn't all that huge."

"That reminds me of Sam… the younger Winchester. He lost his soul in Hell, but could still function, act like before… but he was cold and uncaring."

Anthony nodded. "That's exactly what I'm talking about: when you lost your spirit, you're still you, and you continue doing things that you did before, but you don't really care about anything or anyone. As in Fergus' case, his mind and spirit are still linked together, even though the link is fragile", he explained.

"But is he even a real demon, then? I mean…"

"He's a demon, now. Should he ever take his soul – spirit – back, that would be a different case." Anthony sighed. "But I doubt that that would be wise – like I said, it would be painful for him."

"But if he wanted?" Bobby pressed on.

Anthony shot a fierce look at him. "Then I would do anything I could to help him to archive that."

Bobby nodded. "Well, it's not like he's unhappy with how things are right now", he admitted. "And for what I know about his past, he could actually be a better man now than what he was back then – probably because of you."

He had hoped to lighten things up, and clearly succeed in it, since Anthony laughed a little and then put his sunglasses back, patting Bobby on the shoulder. "You're a good man – but I said that already, didn't I? Now I'm going to sober up and then we should go back to those two, before Fergus starts to think that I killed you and am now burying your body somewhere!"

Sobering up was seemingly easy thing to do for a fallen angel, since as soon as Anthony had said that, the slur in his voice lessened.

"Time to sober up, angel!" Anthony said as soon as they get back to the table.

Fergus shot up immediately and looked back and forth between them. "You didn't say anything too over-the-top, did you, father? Bobby, say he didn't act like some dad in some stupid sitcom…"

Bobby put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's fine; we had a chick flick moment and we bonded over how much we both like your snarky self."

Fergus frowned. "Please don't tell me he started to weep or anything… Anyway, ready to head back to home? Since I think that that's where Aziraphale should be…"

Bobby glanced at the angel, who kept trying to kiss Anthony while the blushing demon tried to get him stand up. "So it seems… Should we at least help them home first?"

"You're being a real gentleman today, aren't you? …Well, if you're okay with staying over to drink a cup of tea while Aziraphale – if father get him sober up – tries to show you all his books, then it's fine with me."

Bobby shared another look at their company – Aziraphale had managed to get them both fell on the floor, and Anthony was cursing rather colorfully – and then looked back to his demon. "I've got nothing against that."