( Well, at least the kid knows his biblically accurate angel lore. Dean rolls his eyes, affixing the scabbard to his belt again. )

Follow me.

( He promised a sword. This can be a walk and talk; he lives about two blocks down from the Sarstina, it's not a long trip, but they might as well fill the time with this conversation. )

First off, we should probably establish that my universe's Hell might be a little different from the one where you're from. But you're right. There aren't any angels down there. One of them broke in to yank me out of the pit. If you don't believe me, you can harass him about it. He's here, too.