Cas watched as the bartender nodded and poured the drinks. He was bound to overhear the conversation at hand, but like any other being within the confines of this new place, he seemed primarily disinterested. He still wondered why that was and had they not just set off an explosion in the middle of a residential area, he likely would have been looking for more evidence.
"Yes," he replied. "And that is likely best. A more traditional method would be to use a very special oil, created and treated in Jerusalem. The process to make it is tedious. Exact. I can show you sometime if you're overtly concerned, but...for the most part, I would prefer we see no other angels outside myself or my mate."
He didn't know if the oil would still work on either of them. Given that their true forms were still confined within their vessels, it was a possibility of course, but they could neither fly nor harm someone beyond the traditional means of doing so. Still, the thought of having his wings actually burn away was uncomfortable and he knocked the first vodka back with ease. It burned, but in a far more pleasant way.
"If that ever gets to be the case, I suggest you run," he replied. "You may be indestructible, but they can snap your neck with a thought."