Supernatural: Demon of Vengeance
Written and edited by Soron66
I don't own any characters except for my OCs.(some prick decided to give me shit for writing stories the way i do. only moving the title and disclaimer the the first fucking story content page to relieve me of this fucking bullshit.)
Chapter 1: The Hunt for John
Crowley was watching John and his newly married wife drive off in a black car with silver rims, as well as had a flaming skull on the hood when he received a call from the Winchesters. "What do you want Squirrel?" asked Crowley with irritation, and after a few minutes he sighed before he said, "Fine. I'll hear your bloody proposal. That doesn't mean I'll go along with it." He looked in the direction John had went then he vanished from that spot and appeared in front of the Winchesters. John suddenly woke up and said with confusion, "What the hell?!" and saw someone sneaking up on his spot in an abandoned warehouse he had slept. "You have caused too many people to burn, Rider." said the man right before shooting a shotgun at him. However John managed to roll out of the way before he pulled out his M9 and shot at the man's knees. His attacker screamed in pain as he fell down, then John walked towards him but his attacker picked up his shotgun and fired as soon as John got close enough for the shot to hit him in the stomach. "You made a horrible mistake." said John as his head and hands burned away. When the Rider had appeared he grabbed the man and incinerated him before he walked off. A few weeks later Sam and Dean were drinking some beer in the bunker as they mourned Castiel who had died not too long ago. Dean's phone suddenly rang, but he ignored it for a few rings before he finally picked it up and clicked ignore. After the phone immediately started ringing again he finally answered and snapped, "What?!" He was silent for a few minutes before he massaged his face and said, "Son of a bitch." Sam looked at him with curiosity then after Dean put the phone down he asked, "What's the problem?" Dean was silent for a few minutes before he said, "An old ally of ours has a bounty on his head." Sam raised his eyebrows and was about to ask when Dean said, "It's the Rider. We have to go hunt him now before another person does."
While they were on the road Sam was looking up any and all lore he could find on the Rider. Unfortunately he couldn't find anything so he said, "Dean. We have to go talk to the previous Ghost Rider." Dean rolled his eyes before he said, "I hate that guy. He's a dick. I guess we have no choice though." Once they had arrived at the town he stopped at a bar and said, "You go talk to that cranky old man. I'm going to stay here and drink, find a few hot babes, and have some fun. You can go ahead and get glared at as well as be the inquisitive nut that you are." Sam snorted and rolled his eyes as he caught the impala's keys and walked into the driver's side of the car. When he arrived at the cemetery Carter Slade was standing by his little hut and staring at him. "Sam Winchester. I hoped we wouldn't have to see each other again." said Carter as Sam got out of the car and walked up to him. Carter gestured for Sam to follow him inside, and after he had offered a drink to Sam they sat down at the table. "I know why you're here, and I anticipated it for a few years. I'll answer any questions that I can." said Carter as Sam was about to speak. "How do we kill a Ghost Rider? I personally hope to be able to cure one. He did kill Abbadon and helped me and Cas turn Dean from demon to human after all." Carter was silent for a few minutes as he drank some ancient whiskey from the cowboy days. "I don't really think it's possible to kill a Rider. However, it is possible to rid the rider from the host. It's risky and has drastic consequences." said Carter informatively and reluctantly. Sam finally accepted some whiskey and drank a sip before he said, "Dean is going to hate me for this, but I have to save John. I owe him that much." Carter barked out a laugh before he said, "History always repeats itself, doesn't it." Sam widened his eyes right before Carter nodded an affirmative then said, "Here's the spell that'll save John. Now go save him." After Sam exited the house he looked at the old parchment which had the words monstrum separare hominem et mittere in gehennam as well as its translation which was separate the monster from the man and send it to hell.
Meanwhile, Dean was drinking some alcohol when a woman sat down next to him and said, "What brings a Winchester to this part of town." When Dean looked up he saw that she had black eyes so he quickly reached for his demon killing knife. The woman laughed as her eyes turned back to normal before she said, "Don't worry Dean. I'm not here to fight. I just want to help you find the Ghost Rider." Dean looked at her with disbelief and asked skeptically, "Why would you want to help a Winchester kill the Ghost Rider." The demon looked at him with an annoyed expression before she got up and said, "When you're willing to lower yourself to work with a demon just summon a crossroads demon. Tell her I'm in. She'll know what you mean. I'll make sure of it." Dean watched her butt shake as she walked away then muttered to himself, "I'm definitely going to hell for admiring a demon's ass." Dean had just exited out of the bar when his car returned, so he immediately got into the front passenger seat and said, "Wake me when we arrive somewhere." Meanwhile, John was sitting down as he shook from the memories of the Rider killing people. "Why is this happening to me?" asked John to nobody in particular before he heard footsteps coming closer. He quickly ran back to his car and drove away, with something in a trench coat staring behind him with it's head fritzing all over the place every now and then. "Johhhhnnn Connnstanntiiiine!" said the creature in a breezy voice as it stared at him before dissipating away as if it was made of gas. Back with the Winchesters Sam and Dean had arrived at a Warehouse that John was last seen at. "Damn. It's Chuck." said Dean as he recognized the shotgun that had the name Charles Bartowski engraved in the butt of the shotgun. Later that day Sam and Dean arrived at a motel so they could rest as well as think on what to do next. Dean however immediately drove off as soon as Sam fell unconscious and when he arrived at a dirt crossroads he buried a box with the correct ingredients inside. "Dean Winchester. I've been expecting you." said a crossroads demon with Red eyes once she arrived. Dean looked at her with a serious expression and said, "I'm in." which caused her to smile before disappearing in a split second.
Meanwhile, John had just closed his eyes and laid down in a bed of the house he was squatting in when he heard the door break down. "Hello again John." said a man in black clothes and a black trench coat as he stared at John. "You're dead." said John stupidly as he stared at Crowley. "Really? I thought I was having a vacation in the Bahamas. Of course I'm dead you idiot." said Crowley sarcastically right before getting serious again. "What do you want, Crowley?" asked John cautiously as he sat up in the bed. Crowley stared at him for a few seconds before he said, "I want you to go claim your rightful place as King of Hell. If you don't someone else will take over, and they'll kill you to ensure that you would never claim the throne. I haven't been giving you my memories for nothing." John glared at Crowley as he realized that the dream he had was a memory, then leaped at him. However he passed through Crowley which made Crowley laugh with amusement. "I don't actually have a physical form John. I'm merely a shade of myself, but I am capable of giving you my memories. I only activated upon the moment of my death, but the human part of you didn't understand what I was trying to tell you." John widened his eyes slightly as he realized that the Rider had gotten more violent the same time as his dreams of him being Crowley. "Bingo. The demon half of you understood the messages and was preparing itself to be King of Hell. As the King of Hell you have to put fear in the hearts of your enemies, and you can't show mercy no matter what." John glared as he stood up before he said, "I have no desire to be King of Hell. All I've ever wanted was a normal life." Crowley sighed before he said with disappointment, "It is your bloody birthright. If any other demon takes over Hell's throne all of the friends you made will be killed. That includes Moose and Squirrel in the list of targets." John sat down against the wall and laid his head on the wall for a few minutes before he said, "Fuck it. If it saves those two jackasses, I'll do it." Crowley smiled before he said, "Good, and now that you have accepted your birthright your demon half will let you have the reigns again."
"Welcome back Dean. Where did you go?" asked Sam with suspicion just as Dean walked in with an emotionless expression. "Nowhere." said Dean just before he laid down in his bed and closed his eyes. Sam raised an eyebrow before he laid back down and shut his own eyes. The next day Sam and Dean were driving down a road in the impala when someone said from the back seat, "That was quick Dean. Did you miss me? I sensed you staring at my butt as I walked away from you in that bar a few nights ago." Sam turned his head back there and gained an angry expression as he turned back up front before he said with gritted teeth, "Dean. Did you have something you forgot to tell me?" Dean ignored him as he continued driving but Sam would have none of it, so he told him to stop the car and when Dean didn't do so he yelled, "Dean. Stop the car!" Dean turned to him right after he stopped the car and said angrily, "Don't you tell me what to do in my own car Sammy." Sam glared at him before he said just as angrily, "Fine. Then how about we talk about why THERE'S A DEMON IN THE CAR!" Dean started the car again and continued driving down the road, and ignored him which pissed Sam off. "He and I agreed to work with each other to find your old boyfriend John Constantine." said the demon as she turned her eyes from black to normal. Meanwhile, John was driving down a road right before being rammed by another vehicle. John blinked the blood out of his eyes as he picked his head up from the dashboard right before being pulled out. "Time to die you demonic son of a bitch!" yelled a man that looked a bit like Adam Baldwin right before shooting him in the chest. John's eyes flared right before he grabbed grabbed a piece of bark and threw it at him causing a small explosion before he stood up. "Why are you attacking me?!" demanded John with confusion before he saw a picture of the man the Rider had incinerated a while ago. "Oh. I see. I'm sorry about your friend I truly am. I had lost control of the Rider for a while. I recently got back in control of it. If I hadn't you would have been incinerated right now instead of being knocked back."