Not quite sympathy for the devil, but definitely an apology for one.

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

Who: has_a_phd_in_teddybear and the_rebel_son
Summary? Dean had been caught up in the hustle of the Nexus, but Lucifer never quite left his mind. He's been helping a couple of new peopl, been hunting, and he's as ready as he's ever going to get. Now? It's the hard part.
Warnings: Shouldn't be any? Maybe a language one just in case? Possible mentions of violence in conversation but no one actually swinging fists.



Dean stood a little ways out, where he could see the entrance of the villa, contemplating whether he was really ready for this or not. He'd had Ben teach him the rules of hunting, and tried to keep that fine balance of 'not so much as to keep the mark well-fed' but also 'not as little as to hit vomiting blood' levels. enough that he was keeping his fine thread of sanity in check as he could. Honestly, having Zack as a roomie helped with that a lot, it was keeping him focused on doing things and keeping his mind off other things.

It had also helped him put off coming here, but he couldn't avoid it forever. Especially with not knowing exactly what Balthazar may or may not have told his fiance about... well, everything. And honestly? He did owe the guy an explanation. Everyone who had mentioned him, basically, had sung the guy's praises and Dean... well, he'd never been one to step away from admitting when he was wrong, even if it took him a while to get there.

Even in person. Especially in person.

He runs a worried tongue over his lips, biting at them a little, before shaking his head a bit. Let it go, Dumbass. He knew why this was harder than it should be, though. And that was going to come in with the explaining. It didn't help he was feeling more than a little bit naked, not risking bringing a weapon - although he knew it wouldn't do shit, he couldn't risk things going sideways and that was asking for trouble. He takes a breath, taking a moment to push mentally though the current live wire of anxiety that was firing on all pistons, and pull up his usual confident demeanour, though also not pushing too far into the 'cocky asshole' reading side of it.

Fake it 'til you make it, Frank? You were so full of shit. and yet? That was how Dean functioned anyway. Probably before Frank, when he thinks about it, he's just far more practised at it now. With that thought in mind, he strolls towards the Villa and knocks on the door (maybe a little louder than strictly necessary, but he's not sure how hard to be heard) and waits to get some attention.

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[lanceofwar]

Approaching the villa is enough to alert the angels though they have come to ignore most comings and goings around the outsides of the wall. It is a traditional Greco-Roman villa in layout which makes the knocking on the council door all the more odd. No doubt, anyone in the know in the Nexus would have sent the human to this door but to the angels it was always open, as was true for the ancient homestead. Formalities though differed between species and who knew what protocols might come into play with this man species in one place.

Abigor is on duty, as usual. A fresh faced, androgynous youth in a red leather jacket and overly tight jeans but the human comparison ends there because of the bat wings folded at their back and the unnaturally blood red eyes. Still, as is the duty of the head of Lucifer's guards they go to the door and open it, curious to see who was knocking.

"This door is always open." Though friendly, Abigor has a military clip and sureness to their spoken words as they step aside to let the human in. Though the angel isn't reading the human yet, the aura around them and touch of supernatural contact causes the bat wings to shift and the angel's head to tilt curiously.