Chapter One
A/N
Hey guys! I just revised this chapter and corrected a few things. I still haven't got a beta but I may get one or I may not, still haven't made up my mind. Anyway I hope you like this story and where it is headed, hopefully I will have it all finished by June. Happy reading
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Sam lay on his bed, listening to the rain pound against the roof. He knew that sleep would be elusive tonight. The snores coming from the next room meant that Dean was sleeping for the first time in days, something that had been near impossible for the both of them. Castiel had been dead for almost a month and since then the Leviathans had been wreaking havoc.
The constant fighting had taken its toll, Sam was pretty sure that he had more injuries in the last four weeks than he had in his entire life, muscles he didn't know existed were aching and he had so many cuts and opened wounds that even taking a shower had become painful. Dean and Bobby weren't that much better, Bobby in particular. The Leviathans were pretty much unstoppable and if they didn't get help soon, the entire world would soon start to suffer.
San Francisco
This must have been the first time in ages that Wyatt was actually at the club when it closed. P3, the club his Mom opened with the help of her sisters was still one of the most popular clubs in San Francisco, and thanks to the revenue, Wyatt and Chris were able to expand. After opening a club in Los Angeles, the brothers had been flat out. Both had got Business degrees for the purpose of expanding and improving their family businesses. While he handled the club end, Chris was all over the restaurant side.
Wyatt enjoyed being at P3 when no one was around, he dismissed the staff a while ago while he balanced out the till and finished other bits and pieces. He was in his own little world when he felt a shift in the air. His muscles tensed, eyes scanned the club before him.
To his left a demon appeared and just as Wyatt put his hand up to blow him to pieces, more shifted and blinked into the club. In the seconds that Wyatt counted, there had to be at least 15 demons surrounding him.
"Shit." He muttered under his breath.
He knew he could take them on, but demons never openly attacked them like this anymore and he was curious as to why they had just signed their death warrant.
Wyatt's eyes scanned the demons; some were in human form, while others stayed in their demonic form, Wyatt knew he was more powerful than any of them but he had his shield up just in case.
"So you are the great Twice –Blessed," a demon to his right said. He had a sneer on his face, like Wyatt wasn't worthy of the title.
"You do realise that I will kill each and every one of you," Wyatt said, keeping his tone mild, hoping it didn't portray the tension that flowed through his body.
A big demon to his right, who was in human from and wearing all black, regarded Wyatt closely and more wearily than the others, despite numbers being in their favour.
"So what's the occasion of this little visit," Wyatt started to walk out from behind the bar. The demons stilled, anticipating what he would do next.
'Chris?' I said telepathically. Since we were little Chris and I had always been able to communicate telepathically. It was a closely guarded secret that not even the Elders knew. It was in moments like this that it came in handy.
'Yo Bro, you lucky I hadn't closed you off yet cause I'm about to hit the hay,' Chris replied.
'Well I have 15 or so unwanted guests at the club, and I could kind of use your help,' I casually replied back.
Not a second later I felt Chris's presence next to me. I already had my shield up and it was a good thing Chris had his up because as soon as he appeared every demon yelled and launched fireballs at us, which was easily deflected.
"STOP!" yelled the big demon Wyatt had seen studying him earlier.
'We don't start attacking till we get answers,' Wyatt ordered Chris.
"Markos we should never have come here," a skinny little green thing said to the big demon that had clearly identified himself as leader.
Markos ignored the comment and looked squarely at Chris and me.
"We are here to give you are warning, the Old Ones have returned and they are getting more powerful by the minute." Markos said to us.
"Um, two questions; who are the Old Ones and why are you giving us a warning?'" Chris was as confused as I was and the demons were losing their patience.
"Because, as much as it...pains me to say this," He looked like he just swallowed something nasty, "you two may have the only chance at stopping them."
"But if they are so powerful, how come we haven't heard about them before now?" I asked, what the hell was going on in the Underworld, I thought to myself.
"Because they didn't want you to know about them," Markos said.
"This doesn't make any sense, why wouldn't the Elders notify us if they are as big a threat as you are claiming?" While Chris questioned Markos, I looked around the room and noticed the other demons start to get antsy.
Markos was starting to get just as irritated.
"Look either you kill them or they kill every worthless human on this earth, it's that simple."Markos looked at us one last time and blinked out, the other demons followed.
Chris and I looked at each other.
"What the hell just happened?" Chris exclaimed.