"Really? A witch?!" Azazel questioned grumpily, rinsing a glass more forcefully than usual. "They hate me!" 

"They don't hate you, love", Raphael sat on a stool and rested his arms on the bar's top. "Well. Maybe. Demons don't have a great reputation for making deals..." 

"Neither do angels", Azazel remarked.

"But if we play our cards right they could help us." 

"THEY TRIED TO SACRIFICE ME!!" Azazel exclaimed with indignation. Or that was his intention but his ever-flat voice didn’t have that range of emotions. "I was minding my own goat business and BAM! Kidnapped." 

Azazel placed the glass on the bar top and started grabbing random bottles, pouring every liquid inside of a shiny metal shaker.

"They were just teenagers, hon, and I think the scare you gave them was enough punishment for a lifetime" Raphael watched as his husband wandered around back and forth. What a nice view the angel had.

Azazel grunted, analyzing the shaker for a second before adding some berries and powdered citrus peels into the alcoholic concoction.

"Whatever. How do you plan to find one anyway? After all that hunting I’m doubtful they're a phone call away" he said while crushing the little fruits.

"Leave that to me. I have an idea."

"You don't."

"What?!" Raphael exclaimed in a huff.

"Your voice may be confident, but your eyes betray you" Azazel pointed out, supposedly smug, as he started to shake his drink, the mixer ball rattling inside.

“Are you sure about that?”

He threw him a single eyebrow raise.

“…Fine! I don't" The angel said frustratedly, covering his face with his hands. 

"I wasted my time with all those damn books and none of them helped at all! Just superstitions or badly told legends.” He dragged his hands down miserably, "One even suggested rubbing fish oil on your head… I'm still confused by that and i think i'll be for the next centuries” 

Azazel chuckled, "Asmodeus wouldn't like that." He poured his purple drink on the glass and added a big cube of ice. Not even God would know what it was or what it tasted like, but at least it looked pretty.

Raphael frowned, "I don't want to hear about them." 

Aze slowly sipped his 'cocktail' "Too bad, they're coming in a couple of days" 

Raphael jumped out of his seat at the sudden news. "What?! No. No no no! I’m staying in my apartment then. And I'll grill a big salmon."

The demon whistled, "That sounds like a great evil plan. Save me some." Azazel gestured with his glass before he rounded the counter and sat by the angel's side.

"I can't believe you're friends with my enemy!" 

"Says the archangel who married the target of his first mission on Earth" he kissed the side of his freckled face to smooth out the call-out.

"Maybe I should've kept you in that hole" Raphael pouted, crossing his arms.

"Awww.” The great and evil adversary hugged the archangel from behind. "Did I ever tell you that you looked beautiful that day? You made a great first impression." 

Raphael was trying to keep up with the annoyed act, but a smile was slowly creeping in due to the praise.

"You weren't that bad looking either..." 

"Hmm, such a way with words, I’m swooning." 

The demon glanced over at the window, two figures crossing the road and approaching the record store.

"Seems like I'm not the only one who’ll be having visitors." 

Raphael turned his head and gasped, pulling away from the demon’s grasp.

"Oh my! We should change."