Devil may cry-A Supernatural Fanfiction
Chapter one: Guilty of Crime
Fighting the good fight everyday seemed like such an easy job,fight the scary creatures save the lives of everyday people,little salt and burning here an there and call it a good days work those were the days that the Winchesters felt like the fight meant something, there was always something worth fighting for, however there was always something, one case that came back to bite you in the ass, jack everything up from them it wasnt theyre fault just honest to god bad luck. I mean theyre only doing theyre job right they didnt ask for it,but they had to go on regardless if that made them criminals to get the job done then so be it,fate just seemed to ruin everything.
As Dean sat in the interogation room, he thought about his life as a hunter how much it meant to him, it was the only thing in his life that he was ever good for, that and protecting Sammy. He knew it would be a while until he would see him again thats what hurt the most, here he was with this demon inside him, that was eating him away and he couldnt do a damn thing about it, it was infruiating that he couldnt do his job, he had to lock himself away, but it was a choice he had to make..protect Sammy.He glanced up as someone came in,a small yet curvy brunette detective.
"Finally, do you know how long ive been waiting in here, I must of sung the entire Metallica collection in my head, erm 16 times now,thats alot songs to repeat over an over"
The detective raised an eyebrow at Dean placing the casefiles she had down on the table opposite Dean pulling a small smile"so your the infamous Dean Winchester, what a pleasure"
Dean smirked leaning forward in his seat"all the better for seeing you my dear, lets get down to business shall we?"
The detective took a seat opposite Dean staring down at her notes then turned on the voice recorder putting it to record"state you name for the record"she spoke in her most official police like voice.
Dean smirked his chains that were wrapped round both his feet and wrists rattling round as he made himself as comfortable as he could "your british? Thats sexy" he pulled a cheeky smile he always did have a thing for the british ladies.
The detective shot him a do I look like I care, im not available look, she read up on his reputation before the interview.
Dean chuckled"names Winchester..Dean Winchester"
The dectective gave a nod "thank you, now that wasnt so hard was it tough guy,so-" she took out his file "quite a track record you have here, grave desecration,robberies, credit card fraud but the best thing 3 counts of first degree murder, youve been a very busy beaver havent you Dean?"
"touching you know all about me but can we skip to the part where you tell me how long my sentence is?"
The detective frowned staring up at Dean "if I didnt know any better i'd think you wanted to be locked up theres other things we have to discuss first before we get onto that, did you mother never teach you patience is a virtue?"
Dean laughed falsely turning away "guess you dont really know me at all do ya lovely, I never had a mother, she died when I was 4" he glared up at her"so no I dont have any patience"
The detective gulped getting the impression she wasnt doing a good job so far, she rubbed her lips together standing up and paced around the small interogation room a little"why do you want to be locked up so badly huh?"she asked a little curiously.
Dean burst out laughing leaning forward in his chair "what,this your first day on the job or something?"he laughed mockinly"its all right there infront of you lovely" he paused"im a bad person..a criminal remember thats why you got me in theses things why im being charged for double homicide"he took a deep breath feeling the cold of the room sending a shiver down his spine"ive done things im not proud of"
The detective paced still"right..thank you for that"she crossed her arms.
Dean bowed his head down rubbing his dry lips together"just tell me how long I have please?" he glnced up desperately.
The detective shook her head taking a deep breath "no not yet, I want to know why you did it, why your murdered them both in cold blood, I mean you must of had a reason for doing it right, or maybe your jsut crazy I dont know but your not leaving this room until you tell me why?" he slammed the crime scene photos down infront of him showing him the damage he made,I guess you could say she was trying to ger him to crack.
Dean continued to stare down a crazed look in his eye, he smirked then let out a light chuckle glaring up at her as he glanced over at the photo's. He pushed himself of his seat the chair flying back as he lost control " you have no idea what im capable of missy, I could quite easily break out of here and you wouldnt be able to do a damn thing about it" He held his hands up in defense as best he could as the two security guards either side of him came charging towards him"easy fellows was just kidding"
The detective pulled her hair back from her face and laughed"im bored of this..lock his ass up...i'd say you'll get more than 9 years in jail that suit you?" she stormed out"have a nice life Mr Winchester"with that she stormed out.
9 years rotting in prison, it was never a life Dean wanted for himself then again he never asked to have a mass murdering demon inside him either but at the end of the day he had to do what he had to do to protect people so if it meant sacrificing everything then thats what he had to do. No harm no foul.
Dean sat in his cell staring at the four dark metallic walls that imprisoned him drawing a doodle on it,it didnt really represent anything significant it was just to entertain his boredom that had suddenly crept up on him. Although,he had alot on his mind,that was definately keeping him busy like what was his brother doing,would he be able to be saved and what the hell he would do if he couldnt?Nothing seemed simple anymore there was always a consequence whatever he did,he knew he couldnt escape the evil inside him and it was only going to grow stronger.
"you look after your little brother,do anything for him" Just hearing the words of the little kid Micheal back in Wisconsin made him really think about his purpose in life..yes it was true he would do anything for Sam he would die for him a million times even send himself to the pit of hell that was prison"Sometimes nightmares are real",he was right nightmares do come true..Sams nightmare did it was happening now, Dean was becoming the killer Sam dreamt about. All these thoughts were brewing inside him, nothing was right, he felt twisted and broken like a part of him was missing and there was no way to repair the damage that was buried beneath his soul.
As he sat on the cold metal bed reality struck he was alone with a demon virus spreading inside him and as of now there was no cure..yeah screwed to hell was a major understatement.
There was a knock on the door of his cell, he sat up awaiting his visitor.
"Dean Winchester"
Dean pulled a weak yet charming smile "Yatzhee, so what one interogation wasnt enough you had to come back to rub my face in it, that you finally caught me?"
"All im thinking is, its about time,you nearly had me going nuts Dean the way you just vanished like that, very good trick plannning your escape with Sam"
Dean glanced up keeping his voice level"yeah well you got me, congratulations crank open the bubbly already would ya and get out the streamers" he rolled his eyes preparing himself for another interogation.
"OH come on Dean dont be like that its you rold buddy Henrickson here you dont need to hide away from me,I miss our nice littel chats we have
"I know the truth about you...your a monster" he stated coldly"and your going down"
Dean stared down at the ground finding it slightly ironic he was being called that,it was true..Dean was and probably always will be, he was becoming the thing he hunted down and killed for a living. Just hearing someone else call him that made it sink in more he didnt want to admit it especially to a FED like Henrickson who had been hunting the brothers down since ST Louis.
"shut up"
Henrickson squinted his eyes not quite hearing what Dean was saying" i didnt quite get that" he pulled a cocky grin.
Dean glared up at him "I said shut your mouth, you have no idea"he hissed at him backing away now huddled in he corner of the bed.
Henrickson continued standing,slipping his hands in his armani suit "Oh no I have vague notion.. Dean you're a sick sick puppy this is the third time youve been convicted of murder and im not letting you get away from me again, i'll lock you in the nuthouse if thats what it takes"
Dean clenched his jaw looking away and nodded "do it...you cant let me out of your sight,your right im deeply unwell im a...-" he breathed heavier his heart pounding in his chest as he felt himself heating up. He sat up on the cold hard metal bed staring up at Henrieckson through the bars.
Henrieckson watched Dean in facination "my god your one fry away from a happy meal" he put his face up against the bars "why is it that your so screwed up Dean hmm, did daddy touch you in the bad place fix you up real nicely?" he pulled a smug smile chuckling to himself" take a long look Dean your never getting out of here" he went to leave him until Dean made himself known once more he always had to have the last word.
"you want to know the truth...the god honest truth about all of this" Dean sat up more staring him right in the eye not letting Henriecksons wors get to him "i'll tell ya"
Henrieckson turned back round to face pulling the oh im so going to enjoy listening to this but know i wont believe a word you say smile"im all ears"
"When I was a kid think i was barely four years old my mom she erm she was killed by something...burnt her up on the ceiling of my baby brothers nursery, I watched my mother burn to death" he stared into space remembering that night so vividly as if it had happened just yesterday"what killed her was a demon took us years to find out"
Henrieckson pulled a deep frown not quite believing what he was hearing " yeah right okay Dean,your crazy..demons arent real"
Dean glared lashing out the demon inside him shining through once more, the black beady eyes glistening in the moonlight"does this look real to you jackass, theres a whole army of us out theres a whole lot more-"
Henrieckson backed away again not believing it, he gulped grabbing his pistol "get away..just stay calm"
Dean burst out laughing "oh check out the big bad cop with his toy...you fucking humans dont get it..we're going to win, this virus is forever" Dean panted heavily grabbing the matress trying to control it,he gasped for breath widening his eyes as they returned to normal the pain inside him hurting"now do you believe me...this is what me and Sam have been doing all these years stopping them saving your sorry asses, im only in here because it went horribly wrong...im not the bad guy"
Henrieckson stood there in shock unable to process anything at first"right" he wandered off as fast as he could locking up the other metal door.
Dean shook his head putting his head in his hands whimpering to himself " why oh why is this happening to me?"he asked himself"i dont deserve this"
to be continued...