This story took on a life of it's own and has spawned a new verse. Welcome to The Hunter Verse. Where hunters are a superior breed of human only born to certain bloodlines. Humans are well aware of supernatural creatures and hire the hunters to get rid of them. Enjoy the ride ! M rated.
The devil doesn't have horns.
Chapter One.
"Remind me why we took this job?" groused Dean.
"Money" replied Sam for the third time.
"Oh yeah, that's right or I wouldn't be in this stupid costume" growled Dean.
"Exactly so stop bitching about it, we're getting a lot of dough for this job. Hell it may even be a non event" replied Sam.
"Still man a devil costume?" griped Dean.
"Dude you said to get you something and that's all they had in your size" Sam reminded him for the fourth time.
Dean sighed in annoyance but shut up, he knew he was being a dick about it but really didn't like the costume. At least it wasn't one those red spandex body suit things he'd seen some devil costumes consist of. This wasn't much better though, he swore he looked like a cross between the god Ares from Xena and Santa Clause. Bright red leather sleeveless shirt and matching leather pants with black boots that stoped just below his knee's. Black and red leather strappy gauntlet things, that Sam had to put on for him and a wide black belt that managed to sit very low on his hips as did the tight red pants. Sam kept insisting that the belt had to sit that way so that his tail sat right. Who puts a tail on a belt anyway ?. Last but definitely worst a black leather band with red horns sat on his head. He looked at himself and groaned. Thinking 'Bondage much?'.
Sam barely suppressed a grin as he put on the last of his own costume before having a look at himself.
The Van Morton place wasn't a good place to host a party of any kind, the hunters knew it had been active in the past. Thanks to Sam's research and Dean's willingness to flirt with anyone he had to for information, they had gotten a very good back ground on the house. The hunters also had a few weapons hidden in plain sight as part of their costumes just in case. The brothers showed the security at the door their invitations and were let in without being checked. They too were working. Dean had never seen so many people in fancy dress, so many different costumes, some he couldn't identify. They spilt up with only a look passing between them to watch different sides of the main ballroom. Sam went left, Dean took the right. Both brothers grabbed a drink they wouldn't even have a sip of and wandered around the party. Looking like any other guest. Dean had gotten half way through the room when he spotted large white wings. He chuckles and moves in that direction to see what the rest of the costume is. He finds an angel, white feathered wings and all. Damned if those wings didn't look very real. He found himself wondering if they were as soft as they looked and had to shake himself mentally. Especially considering said angel was a guy. The hunter kept wandering through the crowd. He could see Sammy working his way through the left hand side of the room, another look passed between them…nothing yet. Two hours later they stood at the buffet table side by side having a cryptic conversation only the brothers understood.
"So it's a bust ?" said Dean.
"Looks that way so far" replied Sam.
"Maybe that last cleaning worked?" suggested Dean.
"We'll see" replied Sam.
"At least the foods good" said Dean with a grin.
They part, Sam heading to the right hand side of the room. Dean covering the left this time.
The older hunter spots a very good looking woman in a very skimpy costume and turns his head to get a better look. He feels more than see's the person he's about to walk into and he snaps his head forward. Stopping instantly just avoiding walking straight into the angel he'd noticed before.
"Sorry man" he says.
"Don't be" grinned the angel.
Dean was shocked. Partly because this guy was so obviously flirting with him and partly because the guy was dressed as an angel.
"Nice costume but there's one thing wrong with it" said the angel.
"Oh yeah. What ?" asked Dean.
"The devil doesn't have horns" replied the angel with a grin that lit up his dazzling blue eyes.