Enemy of my enemy…
Summary: Dean and Castiel must team up with Dante, Lady and Trish in order to find their lost brothers in arms. Will they survive each other long enough to figure out the plans that involve their younger counterparts? Or will they become unwitting pawns themselves?
Disclaimer: This is a crossover fan-fiction story of the T.V series; Supernatural and the game; Devil May Cry series, and is in no way affiliated with the actual series; T.V, game or otherwise. All characters and other materials related to the show that are used are not intended to infringe on any Copyrights. Elemental-Zer0 takes sole responsibility for any mistakes or offence that may be taken but truly not meant.
However, this story plot and all characters not affiliated with any copyrights are Copyrighted © 2015 to Elemental-Zer0.
Authors Note/Warnings: Ok so inspiration hit me again and not in the areas I need it too… hence yet another new story. I have promised to finish all my stories and I will… as long as I draw breath they remain on my to-do list. Thing is, with this new idea taking over my brain I can't concentrate on the others right now. Best to go with the flow me thinks and see if I can ride this out then pick up on one of my other stories. I'm sorry for the long delays. Also, apologies for the short Prologue. Chapter One is half written. Promise it will be posted soon.
Let me know what you think, but no flames please. If you have any criticism to make please do it politely otherwise I shall ignore your words. (It's happened before, I'm sorry to say, and I hadn't even posted any chapters…)
Prologue: Heat of the moment,
The heat was unbearable. It brought back unwanted memories that were torturing his tired mind. The deafening rush of burning air took away any voices that might have been calling for him but he doubted anyone even knew where he was. He certainly didn't.
All he could see was a vast lake of lava-like liquid bubbling in front of him. And it was hot. Did he mention it was hot? Because it was really warm.
He tried to move his arms, tried to stand or move in anyway but on top of his energy being sapped and drained from him, he could feel heavy iron shackles securing his wrists to whatever it was he was attached to. It felt like a hotplate of jagged rock and brimstone.
He wasn't going to keep his consciousness for too long. He could feel himself slipping away already. The heat was messing with his mind.
He didn't care anymore. He let the darkness take him away from the heat and fire…