So here's a story that was requested by Jennifer N, and I'd like to point out that if there are any crossovers that you folks would like to see, all you need to do is point it out. I'm more than willing to bring things like that to life, so long as I have any knowledge about the subjects you want me to write about. Anyway, leave a bit of feedback on this first chapter, and I'll see you in the next one.
It was a usual day, or so it seemed for the two men standing in the beer aisle at the local Circle K. That was, right up until Dean Winchester dropped the six pack of El Sol that he was carrying, his hand shooting instinctively to his side as an unfortunate acquaintance made an appearance.
Crowley lifted both hands in a show of peace and waved one in a circular fashion, reforming the broken bottles. As they placed themselves back on the shelf, Dean's eyes narrowed at his rival, asking the obvious question.
"So what are you doing here, exactly?" Crowley raised one eyebrow, his eyes widening in faux innocence.
"Is it so difficult to believe I came to see you?" Castiel stepped forward, one fist clenched and a mysterious aura rising around him.
"I would suggest that you come up with a reason, Crowley, assuming you wish to live." The deal-making demon held up a palm to request a bit of patience before turning back to Dean and speaking again.
"Now, Dean. Call off your friend here and we can discuss a business proposition like civilized people over a drink." Dean's head shook instantly, his lips pursing together before he made the obvious reply.
"You know I don't deal with demons. You and yours have screwed me over one too many times with your contracts. I don't need anything from you, and if the same isn't true on your side of the table, too bad." Dean turned around to walk out, but was stopped as Castiel, of all people, gripped his shoulder and spun him around. Crowley held in one hand a very familiar gun, and in the other six bullets. Dean s jaw dropped as he realized what he was looking at.
After all this time...it was the Colt.
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Twenty minutes later, the three of them sat at a table outside a nearby diner, now accompanied by Sam, Dean's younger brother. As the waitress brought out their drinks, giving Castiel a wink and passing him a slip of folded paper, Crowley started talking.
"Alright, I'll make this very simple for you. I've recently been faced with a very dangerous...tenant, and I need a bit of assistance with bringing him under control. You take the job, you get the Colt and six rounds, no questions asked." Dean narrowed his eyes as he took a long drink, then slowly placed his glass to the table and asked the obvious question.
"How exactly did you come by that gun, again?" Crowley rolled his eyes.
"Samuel Colt's soul was a bit ambiguous before he died. It wasn't that difficult to call him down and build a few more rounds. The gun itself was simple enough. Lucifer, no matter how powerful, simply wasn't the most meticulous in his own home. A bit of sniffing found it quickly enough." Sam sat up, leaning in on the table.
"Alright, fine. Let's say we believe you. What exactly would we be fighting in order to hold up our end?" Crowley reached into his back pocket, removing a page from an unidentifiable volume. He unfolded it and slid it out onto the table, revealing a picture of a thin, gray, alien-like creature.
"It's a Majin, a demon of chaos, rage, and destruction. They all disappeared millenia ago, but apparently one's made a return. Before you ask, they're one of the five creatures immune to the Colt." Dean nodded, only mildly annoyed. Castiel raised an eyebrow, looking very thoughtful.
"I believe I've heard of them before. The archangels were forbidden from fighting them, due to a unique ability of theirs. They are capable of absorbing their opponents and taking their forms and abilities. They become more powerful the more evil they possess." Dean turned back to Crowley. The lord of Hades glared at Castiel, clearly annoyed, as Dean made the connection and spoke it aloud.
"So you want us to take out this Majin before it absorbs all the beasties downstairs and gets too big for you to handle, am I right?" Crowley nodded, whipping out an uncharacteristically small contract.
"That's about the size of it. Sign here, and you'll have a week to finish your end of the deal, and you'll receive the Colt and six rounds. Fail to complete the job within a week, and the contract is null." Sam reached over, grabbing his brother by the shoulder and pulling him to the side.
"Look, Dean. I know that this Majin thing is big, but the Colt...the Colt is huge. Cain, a Knight, an Archangel, even Crowley would go down if we had this thing. And that's just four bullets." Dean turned his head, clearly in deep thought.
"Maybe, but we've been doing just fine on our own ever since we lost the stupid thing. I mean, come on, it helped us avert the apocalypse. Maybe it deserves a rest." Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance, his head following the motion.
"Dean, how many times have we needed a quick solution to something in those years? If we'd had the Colt when Metatron showed up, the whole thing would have been over in thirty minutes. You could have taken on the Reaper without even flinching. We need it back." Dean took a deep breath, finally nodding slowly. They turned back, Crowley practically shoving the contract into their hands. Dean took it, looking over it carefully and finally taking the pen and signing. Just as soon as the pen lifted, the paper rolled up and Crowley disappeared. Castiel stepped forward, looking back and forth.
"I would just like to point out that I gave you the fairest warning I could. There is a reason that archangels were forbidden from engaging Majins in battle." Dean held up his hands, calling a bit of silence.
"Look, we've dealt with demons before. I mean, come on. We averted the apocalypse at least twice. I'm sure this Majin thing is nothing we can't handle. Now, we do need to dig up some info on it, though." Sam nodded, spouting off the most logical routine.
"Alright, you and Cas head back to check the bunker's library. I'll look through anything the town's mythology section has." Castiel stepped forward, shaking his head.
"Actually, I won't be going with Dean. I happen to know a few folks who are the only living experts on the subject of Majins. If you'd like to come along, I'm sure they'd offer much more assistance than any book." The brothers stood silently for a moment, then Dean fished the car keys out of his pocket and started away.
"Alright, let's go! Cas, you navigate. We've got demons to kill!"