Disclaimer: Hahaha...really? Do I even need to? Maybe in another world DMC and Supernatural would be mine. But not in this one. Devil May Cry and Supernatural both belong to their respective creators.
Author Notes: I'm sorry if the characters are OOC. Hahaha...I need to rewatch Supernatural. I'M SO SORRY! FORGIVE ME! Please review though! :D It would help a bunch!
Episode 1: New Devil Hunters! Friend or Foe?
It was a very dark night. The stars were dim and even the moon was not present. The faint street lights flickered in an attempt to grow brighter, but failed and returned to a dim state. A young couple walked through the ill lit alleyways to get back to their home.
"This place is really creepy," murmured the woman as she hugged her lover's arm tighter.
The man's lips curved up slightly and he replied gently. "Don't worry. I'm right here and I'll protect you if anything happens."
They walked cautiously down the alley when suddenly there was a bright, neon-red light in the next perpendicular cross section. Then they heard a soft but horrid scratching noise of metal on concrete, and faint footsteps growing louder and louder. When the couple turned and looked around the corner, they saw the walls painted with blood and a body torn into pieces scattered on the floor. The woman screamed as she saw an ugly, distorted figure saunter closer to them. As it staggered under the streetlight, the couple saw that it looked like a puppet that was made up of sewn together bunches of cloth with blades as parts of its limbs.
The couple darted out of the alley and ran as fast as they could through an abandoned street. They didn't dare to turn back and look but they could hear the scratching noises grow louder and closer behind them. All of a sudden, the man tripped. The woman gasped, stopped to look at her beloved, but only saw a corpse cut into two pieces, the upper body and the legs separated.
A phone rang in a small motel room where a man was sitting and eating on the bed. He stood up and picked up the phone, "Hello? Bobby! Huh? You want us to investigate something for you? Sure, ya. Ok. Got it. Yup, I'll tell Sam. 'K, see ya, bye."
"Dean, what did Bobby say?" asked Sam as he calmly walked out of the bathroom drying his hair.
"Hmm, he just wanted us to investigate some serial murders a few towns over. Supposedly, there is some kind of modern 'Jack-the-Ripper' staying in that town," Dean replied offhandedly. "So far there has been six victims and they've all been shredded to pieces. So much so that the police had a hard time trying to identify who they were."
"Huh. So, where's this town at?" asked Sam as Dean picked up the map he left on the bed earlier in the morning.
"Well, it's not far from here. I'd say it'll take around two hours to get there," Dean replied as he drew a red line on the route and then circled the city.
"That is a small town... Veldis, huh. I hadn't even noticed it before. Well, let's get packing and drive there before dinner," stated Sam as he stood up and began to collect his laptop and papers.
As Sam and Dean drove into Veldis they noticed that it was a small town. There were still many shops that line the major streets and the streets were not quite crowded but still populated. The people walking seemed to just mind their own business. Most of the city was new and nice; there was even a small central park with a fountain in the middle. However, there were just as many run down streets and dark alleyways as nice places. The black '67 Impala screeched to a stop in a parking lot for a motel then Sam and Dean got out and stretched their arms and legs after the long car drive.
"So, where do you think we should start investigating?" asked Sam as he looked around.
Dean also began to look around and suggested, "We could go and stalk some alleys since it's almost sundown."
Sam looked up at the sky, it was dark orange and turning darker by the minute. He looked back at Dean and agreed, "That sounds like a good idea. All the victims were killed in dark alleys as well. Let's get ready."
Sam took his usual Taurus model 92 and Dean took his .45 caliber Colt as well as some extra bullets from the trunk of the Impala and headed into an alleyway away from the main streets.
After some time, Sam and Dean looked around and noticed that the sky was already really dark yet they hadn't found a single lead. They decided to turned around and walk back to the motel they were planning on staying in. Suddenly there was a flash of red light from the adjacent alleyway. "Did you see that?" Dean whispered cautiously.
"Yah. That is definitely suspicious. Let's check it out," Sam declared as he and Dean walked into the alleyway while aiming their guns.
They saw a shadow of a mutated figure and immediately shot at it. The monster turned around to face them and made a noise like a screechingly high pitched laughter. The bullets didn't even seem to slow the monster as it began to walk towards them. "Damn! I don't think the bullets even had any effect on this bastard here!" Dean exclaimed as they continued to fire rounds at it.
The monster quickly turned directions and staggered the other way as if the brothers were a bore and didn't even matter. "We gotta chase it!" asserted Sam as they decide to run after the monster down the dark alley path.
All of a sudden, Sam and Dean heard rapid firing from a gun up ahead as they tried to catch up to the monster. Under the badly lit moonlight, they could barely see the monster in front of them spurt blood everywhere and drop dead. The strange part was that blood from the monster seemed to have a few red colored orbs in it but before they could look at it closer, they heard a scream. They looked carefully into the distance to see a woman running towards them screaming, "Help me!" before falling to the floor. Sam and Dean looked closer. She had been shot once in the head and. They quickly ran towards the woman who fell only to see a man in a large red leather coat stroll to her and shoot at the corpse few more times to make sure the woman was dead. The strange man holstered a black, ebony like pistol as he picked up the red colored orbs that floated in the blood and stood back up. The strangest part about the man was that he had silver hair. Sam and Dean could clearly see the eerily glittering strands of hair under the cold moonlight. The man also had cold, piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness of the night.
"What the hell are you doing!? You just killed an innocent woman!" Dean exclaimed as Sam and him aimed their guns at the mysterious man.
"Whoa, whoa! Calm down, now. I really don't want to get shot. Not only does it hurt but it also ruins my clothes. Besides, you'd just be wasting bullets, " the man commented while nonchalantly tossing his hands in the air in a mock surrender and grinned, "Can't we talk this out like civilized adults that we are?"
"Ok, then explain. Who the hell are you? And why did you just kill her?" asked Dean as they held their guns up cautiously. "You'd better explain quickly before I shoot you."
"Pushy, now aren't ya?" the red man retorted as his arms fell back to his sides, "Who am I? The name's Dante. But hey, shouldn't you introduce yourselves before you ask someone else? Jeez, you would have thought that people these days would have better manners."
"Why did you kill her?" Sam asked calmly while ignoring Dante's comment.
"Her? Oh, you mean that thing? I thought you guys came to kill it too. Afterall, I just made your job a whole lot easier."
"What are you talking about?"
"Check the body yourself."
Sam knelt by the dead body and turned it over while Dean still had his gun concentrated at Dante. "Oh my god." Sam muttered as he looked at the corpse of the woman. Her eyes were completely black, her face had become mutated. Her skin was and flesh was deteriorating, turning a grotesque blue-green color. Blood slowly flowed from her mouth and eyes.
"Told ya. So, you guys going to drop a name anytime soon?" Dante stated as he crossed his arms and casually leaned against the wall.
"FBI Agent Jimmy Page and this is my partner, Agent Robert Plant." said Dean as he lowered his gun and pulled out his FBI badge simultaneously with Sam.
"Man, really? You shouldn't lie to your savior. Also, if you're going to lie, at least use something believable and not a reference."
"What? Oh, come on. I didn't think we would get busted this soon."
"Well? I'm still waiting..."
"My name is Sam and this is my brother Dean." Sam said.
"Sam! Are you sure it's ok to say that?" Dean whispered to his brother.
"He seem trustworthy enough. We can always take him out later if it was a bad idea." Sam whispered back.
"Sorry to interrupt your secret planning or whatever, but there's blood on my clothes and its going to dry if we don't pick up the pace. It's going to be a pain to wash out. We can just continue this conversation at my place if you feel like it." said Dante as he started to lead the way to his home.
Sam and Dean followed Dante cautiously to a shop with a red neon sign above that had 'Devil May Cry' inscribed in cursive. Dante kicked the door open and announced, "Make yourselves at home. I'll be right back." as he walked up the stairs.
Sam and Dean sat on a faded couch and looked around as they waited for Dante come back down. They saw that the walls were plastered with monster skulls that even they haven't seen before. In front of the couch was a table with a tower of stacked empty pizza boxes. Across the entrance and next to the back wall was a wooden desk and chair set that also had many pizza boxes stacked on one side and some magazines and an old fashioned dial phone on the other. On the other side of the room was a pool table that no one bothered to clean up after a game had been abandoned. In the corner there was a small and old jukebox with many records inside of it and a dusty looking drum set.
As Dante walked back down the stairs, both brothers turned to look at him. Dante, who was only wearing a pair pants, walked over and sat down at the desk. Sam was just about to open his mouth to ask questions but Dante suddenly slammed his feet onto the desk making the phone receiver fly into the air. He caught it with ease and dialed a number.
"Hello? Ya, it's me. The usual is fine. Oh! And stop putting olives. I always ask for no olives but you guys keep putting it on. Thanks." Dante conversed into the receiver and then placed it back onto the holder.
Seeing that Dante was no longer on the phone, Sam decided to question him. "Seriously, who are you?"
Dante looked over at Sam and questioned back, "Short-term memory loss? I'm Dante, remember?"
"Ok, never mind" Sam sighed, slightly annoyed, "we're going to ask you some questions. Will you answer them?"
"Sure. If I feel like it. And if you're going to answer mine."
"So we have an agreement then."
"Yup. Just as soon as I get rid of a snooping rat." Dante said as he drew an ivory gun quickly and rapid fired at an empty space next to Dean. "You going to come out now? Or should I just blast you to pieces?"
"As expected from a son of Sparda." said a gravelly voice next to Dean as a man wearing a tan trench coat with a suit and tie under appeared out of nowhere.
"Hmm? Oh great, angels. Haven't seen you guys in quite a while." Dante said as he rolled his eyes and leaned back into his chair.
"Cas!" Sam and Dean yelled out of surprise of seeing their friend appear.
The man nodded to his companions and proceeded to introduce himself to Dante, "Indeed. I am an angel of the lord. My name is Castiel."
"The pizza came!" Dante suddenly exclaimed as he heard a knock at the door, "Awesome! I was just getting really hungry!"
He completely disregarded the angel and rushed to open the door. When Dante opened the door, a loud voice practically shrieked, "You pizza-addict bastard! Where's the money you owe me, huh? You are off ordering your pizza every single day and never pay me back! I swear, you're an idiot! Just die!"
After the rant, there was a single gunshot and Dante fell backwards with a bullet in his head. Crimson blood slowly seeped through the floorboards. Sam and Dean jumped to their feet and began to run to Dante's corpse. They stopped immediately and pulled out their guns when they saw a figure step into the building. It was a woman dressed in a green, plaid mini skirt, a loose white blouse, and carried a giant rocket launcher with a mounted bayonet on her back and a pistol in her hand. "Oh, you didn't tell me you had guests, Dante." She calmly spoke to his corpse.
"What the hell are you talking about? You just killed Dante and now you're talking to him? Are you a psycho? How much did he owe you anyway?" Dean yelled as he aimed his gun at the woman.
The woman smiled devilishly as she said, "Hmm? He owed me more than a million. So, since you saw me kill him, I'm going to kill all of you."
Suddenly, there was a small groan that came from Dante's corpse and he sat up. "Stop teasing my guests, Lady. I don't owe you that much. You still owe me from the time you destroyed my door. Plus, you didn't have to shoot me in the head! Even if I don't die from it, it still hurts like hell. And I just took a shower!" the supposedly dead Dante ranted on.
"Stop complaining. I brought your pizza. It's on the back of my bike." Lady said, annoyed, as she went back out and brought the pizza inside.
"Great! Here, guys, dig in." Dante said while grinning at Sam, Dean and Castiel and placing the pizza on his desk.
Sam and Dean finally recovered from their initial shock and trained their guns at both Dante and Lady. "What the hell are you?" Dean demanded at Dante.
Dante sighed and replied, "Come on. Can't we all just get along? I really don't want to be shot again. Just because I don't die doesn't mean it doesn't hurt a lot."
"I asked: what are you?!" Dean repeated while emphasizing each word.
"He is Dante, son of Sparda. He is half devil and half human." Castiel interrupted.
"Ok, ok. Since we've gotten this far, I might as well explain everything myself." Dante said as he sat back down on at his desk and opened the pizza box, "They put olives on my pizza again! Every single time I tell them not to and this is what I get!?"
"Suck it up, Dante." Lady interjected as she rolled her eyes, "Just pick them off."
Dante brushed the olives off his slice of pizza and continued his explanation, "Simply stated, my dad was a devil and my mom was human."
"So that explains you not dying earlier. But Sparta? You mean like what you yell when you kick someone down?" Dean asked as Dante laughed at that question.
"Dean, I'm pretty sure that's not it." Sam said in a deadpan tone.
"Ha! None of them know you. And here I thought you were finally getting better buisness." Lady jested as she smirked in Dante's face.
"Tch...Haven't any of you heard of the Legend of Sparda? I know the angel knows. How about you guys?" Dante continued as he ignored Lady's comment.
"Oh! I got it! Yes, I've heard of it, but I thought it was only a legend." Sam said and then trailed off, "Are you saying it's actually true?"
"Yes! Finally, someone knows! Everyone clap your hands for Sam Winchester. You got it." Dante said as he smiled his trademark shit-eating-grin.
"Whoa, whoa. Someone fill me in here!" Dean insisted as he turned to look at Sam.
"The short story is that about two millenniums ago, there the king of the Underworld decided to wage war and conquer humanity. But his most trusted knight, Sparda, sided with the humans and fought as a one-man-army against all of the Underworld. In the end, Sparda won and sealed off the passage of the Underworld." Sam explained to Dean quickly.
"So, you're say that this Sparda guy is your dad? Ha. Yah, right." Dean scoffed as he looked back at Dante.
"Hey, if you don't believe me, go ask your angel friend right there." Dante ushered as they all turned to face Castiel.
Castiel fidgeted nervously under the attention as he declared, "What he said it true. I've met his father once."
"Are you sure, Cas?" Sam asked as Castiel nodded to confirm.
"See. Told ya. Well, the rest of the story is that Sparda fell in love with my mother, Eva. And she gave birth to me and my brother, Vergil. So, here I am now!" Dante resolved.
"Wait, so, where's your brother?" Dean asked curiously.
"..."
Lady suddenly spoke up, "That is probably a question for another day."
"Ya. Maybe next time." Dante replied with a sad smile, "Now it's my turn. Who are you guys? And why do you know an angel?"
"We are actually traveling demon hunters. Our dad raised us and also trained us to become professional demon hunters." Dean explained.
"We met Castiel somewhere along the way while hunting demons." Sam continued.
"We even went through a whole apocalypse ordeal. But now we are back in buisness with 'normal' demon hunting. As normal as it could be" Dean finished.
"Huh. So you guys have been through a lot too." Dante concluded, "So with that, I'm assuming that you are here to find the demon going around and ripping people up here and there around town."
"Yes. Do you have information on it?" Sam replied quickly.
"Hey! He's my prey."Lady declared suddenly, "I'm getting paid to get rid of that bastard."
"Oh it's worse than you think. Castiel...can I just say Cas? Cas over there sensed it too. The ripper demon is only the beginning." said Dante as he glanced at Castiel.
Castiel looked straight at Sam and Dean and stated, "Indeed. I came to get you out of here. This place is very dangerous and a new king of Hell is trying to take over. So let's go."
"Cas. We're staying. If the king of Hell or whatever is trying to conquer the world. We'll just kick his ass back to where he came from." Dean decided firmly.
"Dean." Castiel warned, "We are leaving. Like I said, this place is too dangerous. Even I don't know what this part of the world is like. It-"
"Cas. I agree with Dean." Sam interrupted,"If the king of Hell is coming, then we need to stop him. There are many innocent people who are going to be killed if we don't do this."
Castiel, seeing as the brothers weren't going to change their minds, reluctantly agreed, " Ok. However, I will accompany you. This is no longer just about Heaven and Hell. There are many other religions out there."
"Great!" Dante exclaimed, "So that settles it, we are all going to have one hell of a party! Sam, Dean you can go rest for the night. Cas. Well, angels don't need rest so do whatever you do. Lady, why are you even here? Either way, we'll all meet back here tomorrow at 11 am to come up with a plan. Don't forget to bring all your weapons."
~End of Episode 1~