Hell's Princes:

A SuperWhoLock Fan Fiction

By: thelastconsultingtimelord

I The First Doctor

The air was cold. Dean blew on his hands and rubbed them together to warm them up, knowing that it would do no good. It was twenty degrees below zero and dropping. Dean looked around to make sure no one was around before calling out; "Come on Cas. We need you!" for the fiftieth time, his voice was hoarse from yelling into the empty air. "Son of a bitch." Dean turned back to get into the Impala. He sat in the driver's seat and turned around and looked at the figure curled up in the back seat. Out of options he tried Castiel's old cell phone number in hopes that by some crazy miracle it would actually work. The phone rang a couple times before going to voice message. He heard Cas's confused voice on the other side before the phone beeped and Dean hung up. "Awesome." He threw the phone on the passenger seat and leaned back and closed his eyes. Right before he was about to fall asleep he heard the figure in the back seat stir. Dean's eyes flashed open and he whipped his head around to see the man in the back seat try to sit up. "No you don't." Dean jumped out of his seat and opened the back door and gently pushed the man back down. "We don't know how bad your concussion is if you get up to fast you could die. My brother Sam is gonna be back soon and we'll get you some help."

The man didn't bother fighting, after lying back down he asked; "What, what's going on? Where am I?"

Dean furrowed his brow. "You really don't remember huh?" The man looked at Dean confused. Dean continued, "Well, you were possessed. By a demon."

This shot the man right up. "What!? No, no I was not! That is absolutely ridiculous."

"Please man stay down you hit your head really hard. I'm surprised you're not unconscious." This time though he fought and he fought hard. The man punched Dean in the face knocking him down to the ground.

"Fuck." Dean wiped the blood from his chin and spit onto the pavement. He looked up at the man standing over him ready to attack.

"Now," the man said glaring down at Dean, "You are going to tell me what the bloody hell is going on!"

"Whoa, Whoa, Okay man relax." Very cautiously Dean got up. Hands in the air, not breaking eye contact with the man. "Listen, my name is Dean Winchester. My brother Sam and I are hunters." That was when Sam join them, his face full of concern when he notice that the man was standing upright.

"Hunters?" He laughed looking at Sam and Dean, they did fit the stereotype; rugged, tanned skin, scars and bruises covering their bodies, not to mention the plaid and leather. "Alright. I'm guessing you don't just hunt deer."

Sam and Dean shared a look and Sam stepped closer to the man. "No, we aren't your regular hunters."

"And I can assume this has something to do with the demon?"

"Well, yah, a little bit. Do you remember anything, anything at all?" Sam leant up against the back of the black Impala, watching the man very carefully, worried that any moment he would fall to the ground in some sort of seizure.

"I remember that my name is John Watson, I just recently returned from being a doctor in the British Army in Afghanistan, and that I am living in a small flat in London, by myself. That's all I remember, I don't even know where I am." The man, or John as he called himself, seemed to know quite a bit about himself. Sam and Dean assumed that John was only missing a few days maybe a week of memory, little did they know how much John truly could not remember.

"Well that's not too bad, right? You're probably just missing some minor details no big deal. I'm sure when Cas comes around he can patch you back up in no time." Dean looked around concerned. "If only we actually knew where that son of a bitch is." Sam and Dean hadn't seen Cas in almost three weeks. And Dean was starting to worry. Cas almost always replied right away and if he didn't he had a very good reason for it, most of the time, and told them right away. This was different, way different. The last time Cas ignored them he was working with Crowley before taking over heaven and calling himself the new god. This wasn't a good sign. Dean tried not to think about it but it always crossed his mind.

"Is Cas a hunter too?" John's question broke Dean's train of thought and stumbled a little to answer.

"He's a… well you see…. Yes. Kind of. He doesn't stay with us all the time. Most of the time. Well he's and angel." After getting a strange look from Sam because of his dysfunctional sentence he continued. "You see there aren't just demons. There are other kinds of supernatural creature. Angels being one of them." Feeling confident that his explanation made sense this time Dean waited for John's reaction.

"Huh, alright then." That was it. That was all he said. Sam and Dean were more thrown off by this answer than John was by Dean's.

"Wait, that's it?" Sam bent down a little to make better eye contact with the man. The height difference was astronomical. "No, screaming, running? No 'you are completely insane!'?" John shook his head and leant against the car.

"No not really. I mean what else am I to say? I wake up in the United States of all places! Two men tell me that I have been possessed by a demon. Two men mind you who could certainly kill me judging by your appearances. Why would I fight you on it?" The Winchesters looked at each other. They knew what John meant. Sam being the size of a burly moose, with long brown locks going down to his shoulders. Come to think of it he sort of looked like the friendly giant, he of course seemed kind but had a darkness to him that told people not to get to close unless you want to lose an arm. Dean on the other hand was lacking what Sam had both in personality and stature. He was about a foot shorter than Sam and the glint in his eyes told stories of things in his past that could make even the Rippers toes curl. Not going to argue with John on his easy acceptance of the situation Sam and Dean decided it was best to take him with them back to their hotel in order to keep him safe, but first Sam suggested that it would be a good an idea to take John to the hospital to make sure he is perfectly okay. Unfortunately john wasn't too keen on that idea. "I am a doctor! I think I can tell whether or not I have a concussion. And I do not. There is no need to take me to a hospital." Eventually after twenty minutes of arguing Sam and Dean gave up. If he was able to stand up, fight Dean, and argue as much as he had been then he probably didn't have a concussion. John and the Winchesters got into the charcoal black sixty-seven Chevy Impala and started to drive.

After a few minutes of awkward silence John began asking questions. The questions consisted of ones about the demons and monsters Sam and Dean had hunted, a few about Cas, and a couple about angels in general. Nothing the brothers said really seemed to throw John off guard he responded every answer with a dignified "Hmm" or another question. Eventually he started asking about what happened to him.

As Dean drove Sam went into a detailed recollection of what happened to John. According to Sam had been possessed by a demon called Mammon for five months. Mammon was what the Winchesters called a prince of hell. There were six princes in total, each of these princes possessed a certain taste for a deadly sin. Mammon preferred greed and so when Sam and Dean finally caught up to him he owned half of Los Angeles and was sitting in a gold chair while some of the richest people in the U.S were feeding him peeled grapes. Needless to say it was a very interesting situation. In any regular position the brothers would have fought their way through and stabbed Mammon with Ruby's knife and have it be done, but this obviously wasn't regular. Mammon could not be killed that easily so Sam and Dean had to come up with a way to stop Mammon kill the demons and save the innocent.