Episode: Season 2 Episode 3

Part: 2

Key: 

(M/n) = Male Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nick Name

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~

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~Mill~

A man is sitting in the quiet mill, alone. He hears a noise, and starts investigating. He goes up to the roof and pulls out a crowbar. A crow flies at his head, startling him. He relaxes, then turns around to find...

Gordon attacked him with a machete. The man extends his fangs. They struggle near an electric saw, the vampire turns it on, pinning Gordon down below it, nearly decapitating him until...

Sam pulls him to safety, (M/n) attacks the vampire, getting him pinned under the electric saw. He lowers the saw, decapitating the vamp, getting sprayed with blood.

"So, uh, I guess I gotta buy you that drink."

Sam looked at (M/n) stunned, Dean just whistled. 

~Bar~

Gordon, Dean, Sam, and (M/n) were witting around a table in the bar. A waitress bring them another round, Dean reached for his wallet.

"No, no, I got it." 

"Come on."

"I insist." Gordon gave the waitress the money. "Thank you, sweetie." He raised his shot glass. "Another one bites the dust."

"That's right."

Dean and Gordon drink a toast, Sam was sitting back, arms folded.

"(M/n)." Gordon laughed. "You gave that big-ass fang on hell of a haircut, my friend."

"Mm-hmm." 

""That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."

"You all right, Sammy?" Dean asked his little brother.

"I'm fine."

"Well, lighten up a little, Sammy."

 "He's the only one who gets to call me that."

"Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done."

"Celebrating? While there's still a nest of vampires out there?" (M/n) asked.

"Come on, (M/n). Have a little fun." Dean smirked a bit.

"Dean, we don't know this guy. For all we know, we should have had that vampire kill him."

"I'd watch that mouth of yours, boy. Or you'll be my next one down." Gordon warned.

"Bite me, vampire boy." (M/n) glared at him, got up. Dean grabbed his wrist, but shook it off and left.

'"What was his deal?" Gordon asked.

"He's seemed a little stressed lately."

"Yeah, and if I were you, threatening him doesn't do good." Sam smirked a little. He didn't like this Gordon dude. He got up. "I'm heading back to the hotel."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Sammy? Remind me to beat that buzzkill out of you later, all right?" He tossed Sam the keys.

~Motel~

Sam returned to the motel room, drops the keys on a hook.

~With (M/n)~

((Ok, so this part will kinda show more of (M/n)'s past and the relationship he had with Azazel. So there's a WARNING in progress after this point))

The boy was sitting at a park bench, looking at the sky. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Having a rough night?" A voice piped up.

"What you want Azazel?" 

"Just wanna make sure my favorite demon was doing ok." The yellow eyed demon was in a quite handsome boys body that was around the same as (D/n)'s vessel.

"Since when am I your favorite? Last I checked, you tried to kill me." The more powerful demon sat next to other one.

"Well, things change. Nice kill back there." He smiled.

"You were watching me?!" (M/n) looked at the demon. Azazel grabbed his chin to keep his head in place.

"Yep. And it reminded me so much of when you were a knight. That same look in your eyes when you killed. It's enough to turn a boy on." The boy's eyes widened and tried to back up, but it was no use, the other demons grip got tighter.

"Azazel your-"

"Why him? Why that pathetic archangel?! What did he have that I didn't?" Azazel yelled.

"He wasn't so pint up on power. He didn't have this giant plan for these "special" kids. Last time I checked. That's all you ever talk about. The war your going to make, in my opinion, this plan of yours is going to fail." (M/n) spat in the others face.

"Why you little brat!" He slapped the other hard. (M/n) fell on the ground. "I should teach you a lesson, to put you back in your place!" The yellow eyed demon grabbed (M/n) by his hair and slammed his face in the ground a few times, then pulled his head back up, blood gushing out his nose.

"Aw, you look so cute when your injured." He purred.

"Go the hell." (M/n) spit blood on yellow eyes face. He let him go, making him face plant into the ground and gave the boy a swift kick in the side. (M/n) coughed up some blood. 

"Oh how I can't wait to have your head on my wall, (N/n)." He disappeared. Leaving the young demon to lay on the ground, bleeding out.

~Motel room~

"Sam, leave Gordon." Ellen told the younger Winchester.

"I-I thought you said he was a good hunter."

"Yeah and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working a job, you boys just let him handle it and you move on."

"Ellen-"

"No, Sam? You- Listen to what I'm telling you, okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

~Bar~

"Know why I love this life?"

"Hmm?"

"Its all black and white. There's no maybe. You find the bad thing, kill it. See, most people spend their lives in shades of gray. Is this right? Is that wrong? Not us."

"Not sure Sammy would agree with but, but uh...."

"Doesn't seem your brother's much like us." Dean looked at him startled. "I'm not saying he's wrong. Just different. But you and me? We were born to do this. It's in our blood."

Dean thought. 

"And that boy, (M/n). He looks like a warrior. When he killed that vamp, I could see a soldier in his eyes."

~Motel, parking lot~

Sam buys a soda form a vending machine and starts walking back to the room. He pauses as if hearing something, cautiously opens the door, looking around. Seeing nothing he walks inside and leans against the door, relieved. Suddenly he's attacked by a figure. He knocks the first attacker down, then the second. The first one rises up behind him and slams a heavy telephone into the back of his head, knocking him out.

~Later~

A bloody (M/n) walked in. And looked around, seeing the telephone on the ground.

"Sam?" He winced in pain, he rubbed his head, closing the door, then falling to the ground.

"Ow....."