This is going to be a cute little story, I think. I realize I should work on a story for the Winchester brothers and Flash, but I thought something lighter was in order.

I will put my all into it. Hope you all enjoy~!


Wulfric turned to the demons on the couch, Yuki on the left, Pyro on the right, and Ember in the middle. The young hellfire was all ecstatic and watching the movie, wearing a smile that put the sun to shame. And Wulfric would admit... it brought a smile onto his own face. Seeing that gleeful, innocent child smile. Ember was just so pure hearted and sweet.

Currently, he and the demonic Winchester's were in their living room, watching a movie Ember had picked out. It was a simple one about sword fighting, with a slightly tricky plot it seemed. From what Wulfric got, the protagonist was trying to find his father and fighting a ton of shadow ninja to get there. The plot line was really tricky, but oh well. It was still an... interesting watch really.

Wulfric would admit, he was also only watching with them on their "family movie night" because he really had nothing better to do today. And they HAD offered to let him watch with them. With free popcorn, soda sugary junk food. So hey. Movie with a free, almost full meal. Good deal really.

Focusing back to the screen, he found the janitor, the one in the background of almost EVERY SCENE, was talking with the protagonist, now pulling a sword out of his brooms handle.

" So wait! "

Ember said in a childlike voice, Wulfric looking up at him to find him looking genuinely surprised.

" The JANITOR was the leader to the shadow ninja? The head ninja: The Shadow Fist?! "

" It was sooooo OBVIOUS! "

Pyro cried out, throwing his hands in the air in aggravation.

" He's been in the background of EVERY fight scene! He's even on the cover of the case, mopping up in the background! "

The hellfire held up the DVD case, proving his point: the janitor was, indeed, in the background mopping up. Wulfric would admit, Pyro WAS kind of right here. It WAS kind of obvious.

Ember soon shushed Pyro, focusing back on the screen, smiling a bit cat-like as he watched on, Pyro huffing and sliding in his seat, crossing his arms. Wulfric would admit, watching Pyro, king of hell and destruction pout, was rather hilarious. Especially considering he didn't pout often.

Refocusing on the movie, the werewolf found the protagonist force together two swords, soon shouting "boomerang blade" throwing the duel swords like a boomerang. Once again Pyro huffed out.

" Oh come on! This is NOTHING like REAL sword fighting! "

" What do YOU know about sword fighting Pyro? "

Wulfric asked casually, finding the other smirking brightly to the question.

" Only everything. Back in the old days, a bit before I was sealed away, I used to be QUITE the sword fighter. Best around really. No one, not even Flash could stop me. I taught myself, training in solitude, and since then no one has been able to beat me. "

" Really daddy~? "

Ember asked cutely, turning to the older. Pyro smirked and crossed his arms, closing his eyes and saying coolly.

" Really kiddo. If you ever want to see REAL sword fighting just let me know. "

The hellfire could feel a hand fall down on his knee, causing Pyro to open his eyes and turn to his son, finding the younger's eyes all glittering and awe filled. Pyro blinked, mouth hanging open a bit. Mildly surprised.

" Right now? "


A bit of a short first chapter, but! A good one. Hope you all liked it. :p