(Source: getintheimpala, via irenenorton)

“Come on, kittentits, lighten up,” River said, pushing a pint of beer towards Castiel. “This might be your last night on earth, you could at least enjoy it.”

“I am not sure how I am supposed to enjoy myself when I am in this den of iniquity,” he answered, his voice even deeper than usual. He shot River an annoyed look, but nevertheless, took the beer and chugged it down in one big gulp.

River just winked at him, a smile spreading across her face, waving to their waitress to bring another round. “Well, that’s a good start, don’t you think?”

“Trying to steal from a thief,” Balthazar said, amusement badly hidden in his tone. “That’s something I wouldn’t try if I were you.”

“And who are you,” River asked, trying to regain her brisk attitude after having been caught in a stranger’s house.

“Just someone with good connections upstaris.” He smiled as he walked towards her. “If I may ask, who are you? You don’t seem like the burglar one might expect around here.”

She took a deep breath before she answered, a smirk curling around her lips. “Doctor River Song.”

“An associate of the Doctor, I take it?” Balthazar began to walk around her, trying to think of the reason why she was here. “Aren’t they usually rather peaceful, almost pacific?” He came to a halt in front of her. “Definitely not the type to break and enter.”

River smiled now, already having worked out a plan to escape from the angel’s grip. She leaned forward until her face was only millimeters from Balthazar’s. “You should check your records again.”