This is my contribution to the Dalton Big Bang. Thanks to Emma for being an awesome beta and putting up with my crazy procrastination.
All characters mentioned belong to either Glee or CP Coulter respectively. Later in the fic there will be OC's based off of people. All OC's names and used have been used and named with the original person's consent.
Thanks for reading.
Julian let out a hiss as the alcohol hit his open skin. "FUCK!"
Sebastian cuffed him on the back of the head. "Shut up. It's your own damn fault you got hurt."
"Saving your life," Kurt pointed out from where he was lounging in a chair across the room.
"I had it under control," Sebastian insisted, prepping the needle and thread to stitch Julian's arm shut.
"Fine, I won't bother next time." Julian snapped, clenching his fist as the needle glided through his skin.
"Good idea. Maybe then we'll be able to successfully complete the hunt without you fucking everything up," Sebastian growled, focusing intently on the medical thread he was pulling through Julian's skin.
Julian opened his mouth to speak and slammed it shut again, enraged glare melting into a yelp and eyes squeezed shut as Sebastian slid the needle through a particularly sensitive portion of skin.
The lanky brunet squeezed his knee, not looking up from the needle. "Don't focus on it. Just look around the room or something," He murmured. "It'll hurt less."
That was about as good of a thank you he would ever get from Sebastian. He huffed and turned his head to stare around their small hospital room.
When the small group of hunters had first discovered the abandoned monastery, they'd chosen it as a central location to keep all of their medical supplies. The supply room had eventually morphed into a medical wing with curtained off cots and storage cabinets full of first aid supplies and medicines. Thank God Sebastian had been a month shy of graduating from med school when he'd become a hunter, because none of the rest of their group knew what they were doing.
Julian had spent far too long inspecting the flowered curtains they had stolen from a warehouse to hang around the cots by the time Sebastian patted his hand and began sterilizing the supplies.
Julian inspected the even row of stitches carefully. "Seven. That's not too bad is it?"
"If you'd quit getting injured you wouldn't need any," Sebastian informed him briskly.
Julian rolled his eyes and poked at his arm hesitantly, hissing slightly as the stitches tugged tight in the tender skin.
Sebastian rolled his eyes and swatted at his hand. "Don't touch it, dumbass." He placed a large pad of gauze over the wound and began taping it down. "You need to go eat something, preferably with lots of protein. Take these." he passed over two ibuprofen. "It's not hardcore pain medication, but it should help a little. Then you need to go rest. You lost quite a bit of blood."
Julian nodded and stood, wavering slightly before steadying himself and shrugging off Sebastian's helpful hand.
Kurt followed him silently though the stone corridors toward the dining hall.
"You don't need to babysit me, Kurt." Julian snapped as they passed the library doors.
"Don't flatter yourself. I'm hungry." It was always impossible to tell whether or not Kurt was joking.
Moments after his lilting, melodic voice carried through the stone hall the library doors swung open and a curly haired, bouncing blur of color joined them on their walk.
"Blaine." Julian greeted with a nod.
"Julian." The man turned to face his taller friend. "Hey Kurt!"
Kurt smiled brightly, cheeks tinting pink. "Hi Blaine."
"How'd the hunt go? I heard someone got hurt."
"Julian did." Kurt pointed toward the bandaged arm.
Blaine turned to Julian with a concerned look. "What happened? How bad is it?"
Julian fought the urge to roll his eyes. He appreciated the concern but he was tired, and his arm hurt, and the blood loss was making him lightheaded. He was not in the mood for being used as a courtship device between the two oblivious hunters. "It's fine. Sebastian was being a dumbass and I saved his life so he gave me stitches."
Blaine's eyes widened. "He did? He was supposed to let me know the next time he did stitches so I could watch."
A few months ago Blaine had suggested that Sebastian teach him some first aid basics just in case they needed some help and the med student wasn't around. He'd caught on quickly and had become Sebastian's apprentice.
Kurt nudged the curly haired man in the side. "Blaine, he was bleeding out from the arm."
Blaine's eyes widened further and he turned to look at Julian. "Bleeding out? How're you standing?"
Julian gave in to the urge and rolled his eyes. "I wasn't bleeding out; I just lost some blood because my arm got cut open. Don't make it sound like I'm dying, Hummel."
Blaine scrunched up his nose at the rudeness and patted Kurt's hand. "Well, I'm glad you're okay."
"Thanks." Julian pushed through the door to the dining area and was greeted with several choruses of "thank God you're okay!" and "Here, sit and eat!"
Julian settled at an empty table in the corner of the room. An arm wrapped around his shoulders and squeezed sharply before Derek released him and dropped into the seat beside him.
"Hey." Julian smiled and took a bite of bread.
"Heard you saved Smythe's life." Derek nonchalantly scooped up a bite of food onto his fork.
"It was an instinct. If I'd have realized it was Sebastian I would've spared myself the trouble."
Derek laughed. "At least he had the decency to stitch you up."
"He's still an asshole." Julian grumbled. "He actually chastised me for saving his life."
Derek laughed and patted his uninjured arm. "I'm glad you're okay, Jules."
Julian woke to two sets of bright blue eyes inches from his face. He sat up with a yelp. "What the Hell?!"
"Morning Cheshire!" The twins chorused brightly.
Julian groaned and pushed himself into a sitting position before yelping and collapsing back down, his left arm throbbing.
"Knight's called an emergency meeting." One of the twins perched on the edge of Julian's bed.
"Everyone's supposed to be there." The other twin finished, tugging the blankets off of the brunet.
"Up, up, Cheshire."
"Don't want to be late!"
The blond twins waltzed from the room, whistling a disgustingly familiar tune.
Julian groaned and, avoiding the use of his arm, pushed himself off of the bed and began searching through his dresser for clothing.
It took him twice as long as usual to pull on a t-shirt and a plaid button up over it. The black skinny jeans took him nearly ten minutes to pull onto his legs. He gave up on properly lacing his boots in about three minutes and simply tucked the laces into the sides and decided to blackmail Derek into shutting up about it when he asked him for help later.
The other hunters that were permanent residents of their little sanctuary were already seated around the table when Julian entered the office turned conference room.
"Julian, thanks for showing up." Dwight pushed himself to his feet.
"Sorry I'm late." Julian didn't sound the least bit apologetic as he dropped into a seat between Charlie and Derek.
Their unofficially appointed leader rolled his eyes and turned to face down the table at all of them. "I've been in contact recently with a source who wishes to remain anonymous about the goings on in the power hierarchy of Hell. He's informed me that some kind of deal is going down this weekend and it's vital that we be there."
"Why?" Merril's voice floated from the opposite end of the table.
Dwight flashed her a winning smile. "Murdoch is meeting with someone, of unknown previous loyalties, who has information on how to open the gates between earth and Hell. If Hell is opened, it won't be just the demons coming out."
"So, we're going to do what?" Sebastian drawled, tipping back in his chair. "Stroll in and ask to be a part of the meeting?"
Charlie reached over and slammed the chair back down onto all four legs. "Obviously we're going to stop the exchange of information, asshole."
"Exactly!" Dwight grinned. "I'm going to need a team of five of you. You're going to intercept whoever Murdoch is meeting before they can give him the information."
"And if you can get in a few hits at that psycho who doesn't seem to be able to die, all the better." Justin piped up.
Dwight nodded dismissively. "I'm going to be heading this hunt so our contact will know we've got it under control."
"They're going to be there?" Derek quirked an eyebrow.
"He simply said he'd be 'keeping an eye out.' I have no idea if he'll be around." Dwight shrugged. "I've picked our five best hunters to accompany me. Sebastian."
The med student smirked. "Obviously."
"I want you to stay here ready in the med center in case this goes south."
Derek shot a gleeful smile down the table at the snarky brunet as he ground his teeth in anger.
Dwight ignored the exchange. "Blaine, I'd like you to be there with him just to be on the safe side."
The curly haired man nodded, smile spreading across his face.
"Justin, Charlie, Kurt, Derek, and Julian, if you're feeling up to it, I'd like you to accompany me."
Julian nodded. "I'm fine."
"I'll determine that, thanks." Sebastian sighed.
Merril shushed him as Dwight continued.
"We'll leave Friday afternoon. One o'clock. Bring standard anti-demon equipment and a snack. We're driving straight through to be there by eleven." Dwight closed the folder in front of him and sat back down.
Nobody spoke for several long moments before Sebastian stood and stretched. "Right, Larson. I want to take a look at that arm."
Blaine bounded to his feet. "Can I come too?"
Sebastian tilted his head once in acquiescence and headed for the door with Blaine in tow, a semi-reluctant Julian trailing behind.
Sebastian taped down the bandage and patted it lightly once. "You're good to go. Change that bandage on your way back, okay?"
Julian nodded and hefted his bag onto his shoulder with his good arm. "I'll get Derek to do it."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Lord no. Don't let Seigerson anywhere near your arm. Have Bancroft do it. I don't want you dying."
"Aw, Seb! I didn't know you cared." Julian teased.
"Shut up. I don't. It'd just have been a waste of medical supplies if you were going to die anyway." Sebastian smiled gently.
Julian grinned and accepted the bandage and roll of tape from the med student. "Whatever you say, Doc."
Sebastian's smile drop and his face turned cold. "You're going to be late."
Julian glanced at him with a curious expression, but knew him well enough not to push. "Thanks, Sebastian."
The other man gave a grunt, not looking up from his list of inventory as Julian left the room.
The wind rushed along the side of the building, making Julian shiver slightly as he double-checked all his weapons were in place.
Dwight turned and gestured them silently through the door he'd just finished picking the lock on.
The warehouse was large and crowded, hallways running off in three different directions.
Dwight pointed at Justin and Charlie and to the first hallway, Derek and Julian to the second, Kurt and himself to the last.
He pointed at his watch and held up three fingers and then his thumb and index finger in the shape of a zero.
Everyone nodded and silently headed down their respective hallways.
Julian and Derek walked in silence, guns held in front of them, knives strapped to their thighs to be grabbed at a seconds notice.
They reached a split in the hallway and Derek turned to Julian with a whisper. "Split up or stick together?"
"Split." Julian murmured, already heading for the left turn.
Derek nodded. "Back here in ten."
Julian fought the shiver that threatened to make its way down his spine as he stepped into the large room at the end of the hall. The room was mostly empty except for a few scattered chairs and a table in the center. Papers littered the table and Julian cleared the room before stepping forward to inspect them.
They were shipping reports and he found nothing out of the ordinary as he flipped through them. He sighed and slid them back onto the table.
He scanned the room once more before picking his gun up and turning to the door.
Something caught the corner of his eye and he froze, gun raised.
"Easy now." The man's voice was soft and warm and Julian allowed the tiny shiver of pleasure that raced down his spine.
"Who are you?" Julian didn't allow his aim to drop from the center of the man's forehead as he stepped into the light, hands raised in the universal sign for surrender.
"No one of importance." The man smirked fleetingly and took one step closer.
"Don't move!" Julian shouted, bracing his feet on the floor.
The blond stopped and the moonlight through the window caught his eyes. Julian's breath caught. His eyes were bright, bottle green framed by long eyelashes.
"You gonna' sit there all night sweetheart?" The man's voice was just as velvety when he inflected it with boredom.
"Who are you?" Julian demanded, adjusting his grip on the gun.
"I've already said. No one of importance. You turn around and walk away and I'll walk away and we can pretend this never happened." The man smiled charmingly.
"Or I could shoot you," Julian was proud his voice didn't waver even the slightest as the man turned his full charm upon the hunter.
The blond sighed, disappointed. "It's your call gorgeous, I was hoping we could do this the easy way." And his eyes turned black.
Julian inhaled sharply and tightened the grip on his gun as the demon stepped closer, moonlight glittering in his black eyes.
That should so not be hot.
"Don't take another step or I'll shoot!" Julian snapped.
The demon smirked. "It's cute you think your little demon proof bullets can stop me."
"Well, they're demon proof. You're a demon. Stands to reason." Julian lowered his aim to the blonds' chest.
"You're not going to shoot me sweetheart." The velvety voice licked pleasantly over his ears.
"Try me."
The demon took another small step forward.
Julian didn't pull the trigger.
"I'm not who you're here for." The blond tilted his head, his eyes flicking back to that gorgeous shade of green.
"Prove it and I'll consider only taking you captive." Julian kept his gun firm in his right hand as the left slid back to steady it.
"I could blink my eyes and every bone in your body would shatter, every blood vessel burst, your skin would peel right off of your flesh. Yet I'm standing here letting you train a gun on me."
Julian quirked an eyebrow. "I suppose that's a good enough reason. Give me your hands."
The blond rolled his eyes and presented his hands, holding his wrists together.
Julian pulled the demon-proofed cuffs off of his belt and snapped them onto the blonds' wrists. "Walk." He jerked his gun toward the door.
The moment the gun was facing away from him the demon moved. The metal cuffs splintered and Julian's gun went skittering across the floor. The blond placed a long, thin finger to the side of Julian's temple before the brunet had time to blink.
The last thing he knew was smooth velvet draping over his ears in a whispered apology and his world narrowed down to a brilliant flash of green before everything went black.