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Who: Sandor Clegane and YOU!
What: The Hound just goes on his regular loner routine until he has unexpected visitors.
Where: Delight's Bar (or any other bars), around and outside of the city.
When: From the end of the demon visitors plot and onward!
Warnings: Language. Violence. Gore. Will update if anything else comes up!

A; The Bar

[ Where could this big, lumbering guy usually be found? Nursing a drink (or several). Typically, he would keep to himself when he did it unless something particularly stupid was going on around him. But right now, he scratched at the side of his face -- the scarred and burnt flesh from when his face met fire as a boy caught the light to give it a ghastly appearance. And if he noticed anyone looking at him for a particularly long time, he had no qualms about grunting out: ]

You need something? Or you just come to admire my pretty little face? [ The words oozing with sarcasm and slightly slurred from the numerous drinks already coursing through his system. ]

B; Outer Caves

[ It wasn't really by any desire to find out what was out there or proactive action to find an escape that Sandor headed into dangerous territory. No. He just loved to kill things. Nothing felt more satisfying than sliding his sword through some beasty as it spurted out its insides (except maybe a good, strong drink.) By this point, he was coated in blood -- some of it belonging to him but most of it belonging to the pile of creatures he left in his travels.

Upon hearing a sound behind him, Sandor spun around with his sword drawn -- so close to cleaving the potential threat and only stopping once he realized it wasn't a threat at all. ]

You can't go sneaking up on people like that unless you got a bloody death wish.

C; Also Outer Caves (closed to Castiel)

[ Sandor was about to call it a day. He killed enough things to work up his thirst and that was how he lived his life in Hadriel. He drank some and then killed and killed and then drank. It was a vicious, repetitive cycle. But the man had fallen into it -- not knowing what the hell else to do here. He wiped the latest string of viscera from his sword onto a large rock, turning on his heel.

Clegane didn't know exactly how it happened. It started with the dim glow of a fire and it grew rapidly. Maybe some of the guts that littered the floor were highly flammable. Maybe it was just dumb luck. But whatever the case, Clegane found himself around more fire than he felt comfortable dealing with. And whoever came upon him now would see that the man with so much bravado and fearlessness normally was absolutely terrified now. Seemed like the very first time since he'd been here that Sandor Clegane was in need of rescuing.

Upon seeing a shadow through the flames, the Hound managed to stammer out a very pleading: ]

H-help me!

D; Outskirts of the City (closed to Tina)

[ This girl -- this loud, obnoxious bag of bones was up to something. And again, Sandor was pretty sure he should walk right by and ignore her. It likely wouldn't be anything good. But he did have a soft spot for the girl. Even if he hadn't spoken to her much -- she was a spitfire just like Arya. So, with an exaggerated sigh of exhaustion, the large man looked down at the tiny girl and asked. ]

The hell're you up to, girl? Lookin' for your lost mind 'cause you're likely not gonna find that anywhere here. Bet you left it right back home.

[ Oh. He was so clever. He looked pretty amused by the teasing insult. ]

E; Wildcard!

[ Got an idea of your own? Come at me. I'm open to anything with this grouch. ]

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[ The question in and of itself was alarming, but made moreso by Castiel's calm demeanor. ]

What do you mean, what am I afraid of? It's fire for fuck's sake!

[ It wasn't large. Not quite. But it was growing. It was growing, and Sandor did not want to step through it in order to get to his escape. He did not even want to risk it coming into contact with his skin. ]

You got water on you, then? You must. Put it out. Go on. [ A frantic gesture to the flames. All Sandor had in his canteen was some booze for the road. So it wasn't like he could do anything about it. ]

[ His eyes squint and narrow minutely. It's not an angry expression, just a befuddled one, and he glances at the flames, and then back to Clegane, and his head tilts minutely to one side. ]

Why would I have water? Besides which, you realize that hydrogen and oxygen both combust, don't you? Too little to smother the flame and you might even make it fiercer.

[ Was the fire growing, or was that just Clegane's fear feeding them, that was a whole other question. In any case, Castiel is not a monster. He may have stretched this out this far with his curiosity, but any more, when Clegane is clearly afraid, would just be cruel. He lifts his hand, gesturing toward the flames, and they lower incrementally, creeping down toward the ground from whence they came, lower and lower still. ]

Is that better?

A normal person brings water when they're going out to these caves. [ Said the guy who had a canteen of liquor. ] And what are you going on about.

[ Hydrogen and oxygen? Both beyond his level of comprehension. But also speaking of things beyond his level of comprehension -- when Castiel lifted the hand and the flames obeyed him like that, Sandor was slightly more stunned by the sight of that than the flames themselves. There were several things he understood. Laws of nature and the like. Flames would eventually burn themselves out, but they did so in their own time. Not with a wave of a hand.

It was better without them blazing around him. It was definitely better. Sandor let out a breath of relief. But he couldn't help himself from warily asking. ]

What does that make you then? Some kind of demon? [ Ushahin was the only one he had to judge to that respect. And Castiel's magic seemed like something that freaky bastard was also capable of doing. ]

Certainly not a normal person.

[ He doesn't need water, anyway, not for drinking or for anything else. It wouldn't have occurred to him even to bring it for others, nevermind for putting out fires.

But out go the flames, finally, leaving just the mess of flammable viscera behind, and Clegane's own temperature seems to be inching down as well. ]

The opposite. I'm an angel.

[ But what's an angel, really? Castiel steps carefully forward, moving over the burned mess, stepping toward Clegane, and his old burns. ]

Are you hurt? Do you need healing?

[ The flames were gone as though they had never been there. For a moment, Sandor wondered if he imagined them entirely. And then Castiel came over, proclaiming he was some kind of angel. Recovering enough of his senses to at least call bullshit, Clegane stared at him as though he was insane. ]

You sure you don't touch the alcohol supply here? Because that sounds like the type of thing someone would say when they're piss faced drunk.

[ But then again, all things were possible. ]

I...I'm fine. Only scratches. [ That were probably bleeding pretty heavily. ] I've had worse, trust me. You should be healing yourself. Or...I guess not. Since you can walk on fire. You sure you're an angel and not the other way around?

[ Castiel shook his head, disbelieving. ] Dean doesn't speak of me, does he? It's okay, I shouldn't expect him to. He has an exciting enough life to remark upon without complicating it with angels.

[ It didn't hurt his feelings, not really. Maybe it should. Then again, Dean clearly hadn't mentioned that he'd been dead, either. He shouldn't feel bad that he hadn't mentioned his relationship with an angel, or even his friendship with one.

He looked Sandor over, tersely, perhaps a little unsettlingly considering the intense stare, and judged the bleeding to be quite severe even so. ]

It would be better if you didn't lose any more blood. You seem like you might be quite awkward to carry back into the city.

Don't really pay much attention when he speaks while we're drinking. But he does talk a whole lot about nothing.

[ Even so, Sandor was pretty fond of the guy. And that showed by the small smile turning up on his lips after that. ]

Besides. He knows how I feel about gods. Angels and all that. Doubt he'd want to bring it up only to have me laugh in his face.

[ A skeptic and nonbeliever was Sandor Clegane. But perhaps he was starting to believe a little bit after seeing the things he'd seen here. ]

But could stand to get out of this armor. It's chafing my arse. Let's go. [ He gestured for Castiel to lead. Just in case any more fires broke out on the way. ]

That sounds most likely.

[ He doesn't know what Dean has been complaining about, or how this man feels about gods and angels and all that, so he just keeps his mouth shut as he steps ahead of Clegane, not sure if he should push the subject at all. ]

Dean and I have gone into battle many times together, but his stories aren't my stories, generally.

But um... He trusts me. Like a brother. I know it's anecdotal, but I hope it's enough. [ To give him some confidence that this strange man in a tan coat knows what he's doing. Hey, at least he's wearing shoes, right? ]

[ Castiel wasn't met by disbelief nor disdain. Maybe Sandor was too exhausted for that. Or maybe he didn't care to discredit him on his history with Dean. Who was The Hound to dispute it? ]

Good. He just lost a brother, so I'm sure he could use another one to keep him company.

[ And even though Castiel was pretty odd in his mannerisms, seriousness, and general lack of a smile -- if Dean really cared about him like a brother, then it was good he was around. Not that Sandor has many positive things to say about brothers. But, at least Castiel seemed less likely to set Dean on fire. ]

How long you guys been in this world again?

Um...eight months, I suppose.

[ He would know the number of hours and minutes exactly, but he's learned that people find that kind of specifics difficult to deal with. In any case, he leads the way confidently, his eyes slightly downturned to keep track of the path ahead of them. ]

Do you kill the monsters in the cave just for the pleasure of it, or are you exchanging the deaths of the creatures for favor with the gods?

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