Plot: Ever wondered what would happen if a Pheonix fought a Leviathan? Well, you're in luck. Dante, the Pheonix/hunter has to hunt a Leviathan and shows his full powers. So please read and see who the victor is, shall we?
Warning: There is some Wincest and Impala Sex but only a hint, promise. Some language possible. Other than that, it is a great adventure to go on with our favorite hot, Winchester Cousin, Dante Finch.
Enjoy!
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Dante sat at the breakfast niche and bit into his bagel, the cream cheese smeared top showing each bite mark. He sipped his orange juice and read the article, curious. For all obviousness, it was a simple drowning but then again the people were not merely drowning, there were only bits of their flesh found floating on the surface, their bones chewed clean through and found on the bottom of the lake. It seems this lake had an unusual feature. It had a channel, a strangely deep one that fed into it from the ocean nearby. He looked over the victim information again. They were drowned then eaten, with small bits left behind. He considered a spirit in the water but that was unlikely, the people would have only drowned or just vanished completely. It couldn't be shark attacks like the authorities suspected; sharks take a bite of you and do sometimes tear things apart if they were in a frenzy. The problem was there were no sharks found in the area and they wouldn't leave such a plentiful hunting ground. Then again there would be more left of the victims than this.
He wiped his mouth of with the napkin and a thought hit him. He went over to the bookshelf and looked into Atlantean Myths. Sure enough, there it was. A Leviathan was a mythological sea beast that supposedly guarded the entrance to Atlantis. Hmm, the beast would devour any trespassers and destroy their vessels they traveled in as well. He wondered why they hadn't found it then. He had another thought, what if the lake's proximity and connection to the ocean actually played a role here. The beast hunted there and then returned to hide in the ocean, which could be where it came from.
The most worrisome issue was that they were either considered extinct or just a product of a mythological story. Well, Pheonix's were looked at the same way and he was a walking example it wasn't true. There were real Pheonix's out there, where humans couldn't see them. So maybe this could be a lead. Now he had to figure out how the beast had suddenly appeared there and if there was a connection between its victims. He also had a really bad idea, maybe someone or something could have summoned it. The beast did seem hellish, and sometimes humans called beasts from there. He hoped it wasn't true and even that felt like a lie. He had to leave immediately.
He sat up and walked to the bedroom to dress, his sheet slipping off his nakedness and he didn't notice. He just dressed and packed, calling his bar manager, letting him know he had to leave town for a bit and letting him know he would be running the bar for a few days. The man asked no questions; Dante wouldn't have answered them anyway. He just figured it was a business thing or a woman thing, either way it wasn't his concern, it was his boss's business.
Dante took the spare set of keys to the bar and put them in his pocket, instructing the defenses mentally to not allow any demons near the building or in it. This revised the spell protecting the building to protect those inside. His eyes stopped glowing when he finished, the fire pulling back inside him where it rested once more. He typed the code into the security keypad and gave himself 20 seconds to get into the elevator and to lock the door behind him, the salt, traps, and wards firmly in place as well. He exited the elevator and put the code into the security code on the elevator doorframe, the alarm activating instantly, he pulled the steel door shut over the entrance to it and locked them with a code. He then locked the gate in front of the steel door and put a code into a keypad, that alarm activating as well.
He walked out the back door to the garage and stroked the smooth metal of his cuda, loving the feel of the metal against his palm, his baby, his lady. He got in and started it, letting the engine purr for a moment, enjoying the sound of her around him, the rumbling of the car against his back and legs. He put in the CD and turned it up, a familiar rock song pouring out. He slipped on his shades and smiled devilishly into the rearview mirror, tousling his hair with one hand, making it seem to fall and rise around his face. He looked good and he knew it. He put the car in drive and roared out the opening doorway, the door closing immediately after, the sensor picking up the exited vehicle. He used the remote to set the alarm on the door and headed to the manager's house to drop off the keys.
He had to check out this case. He hoped it wasn't a Leviathan.
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Dante sat in his suite, the CEO suite as they called it. It was in the Peruvian Towers Hotel which he secretly owned through several shell corporations under one of his aliases. It was still his though. He merely has walked in and spoke with the manager. The manager immediately assumed he was there for an inspection which Dante quickly expelled from the man's assumptions. He assured him that he was just in town and needed to stay in his suite. The manager immediately called the maids to the room to ready it for him and,after a good twenty minutes of lounging in the coffee place that resided in the hotel, he was led up to his room and given a key.
He put down his salt lines and put the little traps by the windows and doors. He called up some of his contacts inside the places he needed to investigate. He couldn't do these interviews himself, that was for sure. This was a small town but it still had the same issues as a larger one. The hotel itself was three stories high and was mostly used for tourists for the region during summer and spring months. It was a tourist town, with the large lake linking it to the ocean nearby. San Julliete was a hotspot for people wanting the whole water's edge vacation without the high traffic and even larger prices of the bigger city. Of course, in the other months, business went back to the quiet and normal with anniversaries and honeymooners coming around. So far this year, there were very many visitors, and definitely none right at the moment. Dante was thankful for that.
The hours ticked away as Dante got a hold of his informants in the coroner's office, the police precincts, the court house and the clerk's office. He also got a hold of an old friend of his in the Mayor's office as well, just to be thorough. Eventually he got the call and he went to see them that night, at their homes to pick up the files they had copied and dug up for him. He paid them extra well for this and made them swear to stay out of it from now on and say nothing. All of his informants knew he was in town looking into these deaths and had always been told he was a private investigator; This alias even came with a license to practice here but he never actually got near the cops or anyone if he could get away with it.
He sat cross-legged on his bed and read over the documents, taking notes. There was a lot of cases to go through and tons of personal information he had to sift through. So far there were the only connection was that all of the victims were linked to the high ranking officials in this town. One or two would be excusable but four was an obvious and suspicious coincidence they should have picked up on. He however found a link that was weak at best.
A girl, Deborah Trelain, age 20, was murdered shortly before the death's started. She had been raped and murdered, strangulation. She had been left for them to find in the part of town, Hooker's Row, as it was dubbed by the locals. She had been dating the Mayor's son but they had split shortly before the murder. There was no mention of the guys being detained for questioning or even being accused of anything. He wasn't mentioned anymore in the files, just in the personal information on the victim. That was strange. Normally the police always suspected those close to the victim and had to clear them before talking to anyone else. Not in this case, they hadn't even suspected the guy, they had immediately assumed that he was innocent and moved on to others. That didn't feel right.
He immediately grabbed his PI badge and went to interview the families of the suspects, at least in his mind. He ended up speaking directly to the Head Coroner, the Police Commissioner, The chief of Detectives and the Lead Detective in the girl's case. He also ended up speaking to a judge and the Mayor himself. They all hedged and hid something but tried to help because he had said he was hired to look into the murder by the girl's mother. They all said they didn't know her except the detectives and the Mayor, they said they didn't know much about her but had looked into it and found nothing. The Mayor just said the girl had dated his son for a while but they had broken up, amicably of course, shortly before her death.
They all said it was tragic and would love to find her killer but there were no leads and the case had gotten cold. They said this straight faced and gave out sincere replies.
They lied, and worse, he had an idea exactly who had done it when the Mayor called his son into the den and introduced him. The boy said they hadn't worked out and he held no grudge against her. Dante's hunter instinct said differently, this guy wasn't what he seemed.
He made up his mind to try a new tack. He went to see the victim's mom and talk to her. He didn't hear five phone pick up each time he left them and talk about his visit to them. The conspirators plotted to find out what he knew and stop him from digging deeper, they all knew the secret was buried shallowly anyway, they had buried it but didn't bother to worry about anyone finding out who had really done it. Who would have wanted to anyway? Dante would, that's who. Something was killing their kids in that lake and they wanted to find out who but not as the risk of revealing the truth.
That night Dante left the widow's house pissed. He had to talk to them and he had to talk to them now. So he followed the coroner from his house to the Mayor's house. He knew he had kicked the hornets' nest here. Now he meant to kick the hell out of the hornets inside the nest, literally.
The men all sat looking at him, going for civil but ending up looking annoyed at him. He didn't care, this had to end now.
"I don't have time to beat around the bush with you so I am going to say it flat out. I know what you did but I don't know why." Dante accused, the others now glared.
"What are you talking about? Do you know who we are!" The mayor sputtered angrily but Dante went on.
"I am talking about covering up a murder! A girl is raped and strangled, but you don't even bother to question her abusive boyfriend, who is sitting right there!" He pointed at the Mayor's son who suddenly tried to lunge at him and growled in hatred at him.
"We did no such thing!" The Commissioner fairly shouted. Dante wasn't buying it.
"I talked to her mother and her friends! I've seen the videos and pictures of it. You guys probably had to have seen and talked to them, too. Or did you not even bother? Does he look innocent and amicable to you?" Dante pointed out, their eyes went to the angry man in the corner being restrained by his father. Their eyes said he didn't look that way to them either but their mouths said he was just upset.
"Your kids are dying here and you are still covering it! You love your secret more than them or what? Something is hunting your families but you keep protecting him! Is his father that scary, honestly?" the Mayor looked guilty as a sin when he looked into his eyes and looked away. The others studiously kept their eyes away from him, giving him the answer he already knew. They were terrified of the man.
"That has nothing to do with this! Those were shark attacks." The coroner explained.
"Oh, yeah. Sharks that are only attacking you guys's kids. Sharks that can't be found afterward? Not likely! You have a curse on you , all of you! Someone is trying to wipe out your loved ones, do you even care? It won't stop until you are out of family and then…" Dante paused to look into their confused and disbelieving faces, "it'll come after you."
"How do you know so much about curses?" The detective accused, he'd sniffed it out like the best ones do. "There are no such things as curses!" The others nodded in agreement.
"I know more than you can imagine about them." Dante growled, "They exist and this one will kill you and those you love."
" I want you out of here!" The Mayor shouted furious and Dante smiled evilly as he left. He couldn't talk sense into the men. Although the coroner now looked at him with furtive glances as if he wanted to say something later to him.
"Fine, don't blame me when you're families start dying in the lake as well. I tried to warn you, I tried to help!" Dante walked angrily out the door and slammed it behind him. The men watched him leave, their fear showing a little and his words ringing true in their ears.
Outside, Dante got into his car and roared out of the driveway. Let it get the men, he'd save the kids. They deserved it, the kids didn't anyway. Covering up for that jerk that killed a girl just because she wanted to leave him because he was abusing her! Humans like that made him suddenly remember why he sometimes preferred the monsters, they made sense, and humans were just idiots sometimes.
The men calmed down and looked to the Mayor. The Mayor sat down behind his desk. The boy looked happy and smug. "So now we know what he knows." The Mayor admitted dryly. He was clearly not happy. None of them were.
"He knows everything." The Lead Detective said worry in his voice, "The question is what are we going to do about it." He looked at the others pissed, he hadn't met for it to go this far.
"We will take our time and think this through." The Mayor said coldly, "Then we're going to shut him up."
"He doesn't look like that is going to be an easy fete." The boy spoke up, getting scared now, "He isn't going to be intimidated." He secretly believed in curses. He was the last child that hadn't died yet after all. He was scared now.
"I don't mean to intimidate him." The Mayor said coldly, "I intend to make him see the futility of pursuing his case or else."
"Or else what? We can't kill him!" The coroner gulped. He had never wanted any part of the cove up. In a way, he felt relieved the young man had showed up. He had known it was curse when his daughter had died in that lake, exactly like the other's children had. He had left the note about her dating the Mayor's son in the personal notes for a reason, if only to leave a way for the truth to come out eventually. He had been told to scour all evidence pointing the boy out of the file and he had said he did it, but he left that tiny breadcrumb in, and Dante had followed it right to them.
"No, not yet. We can fix it so no one will believe him though." The Detective spoke up, seeing where the Mayor was going with this.
"Exactly." The Mayor sat back in his chair and smiled widely. "Now, who wants a drink?" He asked, liking this plan already. He was going to get rid of that pesky PI soon, really soon. For all their sakes.
The coroner hid his fear. This was going to get bad.
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That night the coroner came to his suite. He asked him to do him a favor. Dante asked what it was. The man's request was simple enough, protect his kids if he could. He told Dante everything, including what he already knew. Dante hated hornets like these men, they were pains in in his butt.
He made two calls.
First, he called his lawyers here in town, from the most prestigious in town. They would be there in the morning.
Second, he called in some favors and had the kids taken into hiding that night. The man did not join them. Dante begged him to go, he'd fix it. The man knew he was cursed and had accepted his fate. He was brave and honest. Both were qualities that were going to get him killed, so Dante went visiting again. He was going to save the man if he could.
Dante got the lady to swear to let the man be, his kids were safe away from the range of her spell and the man would not be harmed, if he confessed to the whole thing and explained the cover up, letting the truth out. Dante called the man, and he agreed to do it. Then he went to be with his kids in hiding, to ride out the storm. The lady also fixed the curse so that it would only need one more victim and no more, the other kids would be safe. She was firm about the victim, he would die and there was no way she was recalling the curse entirely. He had killed her daughter. He had to die too. He would be the last, well, after the others of course.
Dante walked out and shivered. He hated voodoo and black magic in general. It made the Pheonix in him feel nervous and on alert. Pheonix's held good energy and clean power but the black magic was neither of those things. They made the Pheonix blood wrap itself around him inside, warning him of the danger there. Dante listened to it and left. He could do no more here.
He had to find another way to fix this.
He sat watching the Mayor's son sneak out and head to his car. As the boy drove off, he followed him.
He may have found the other way.
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The boy drove to the lake and stood on the pier, watching the wind blow gently across the water. He regretted killing her. He had lost his temper and when she tried to leave, he just wanted to stop her. He wanted to show her he was sorry and that he wanted to change, if she would stay.
She hit him with a lamp and tried to run away. He had just meant to get her to stay, but had let it go too far. Now she was gone and he knew something in this lake had done it and it wasn't sharks.
He didn't know what to do.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Jackson?" Dante growled, pulling him away from the lake. Something in the lake was killing people and he dropped in to visit it? "You're the next intended victim and you come here?"
The boy smiled sadly, " I had to see it. The monster I mean." He looked at Dante, face resigned, "It is in there isn't it?" Dante nodded. " Sometimes when I'm out here, I feel it watching me, waiting for my turn to die." His shoulders drooped, "I didn't mean to kill her." He whispered hating how weak he sounded.
"But you did. You raped and strangled her. It wasn't an accident, Jackson." Dante said coldly, he made up excuses like all abusers did, that part sickened him.
"No, it wasn't. I just wanted her to not leave. Then she hit me with a lamp. I lost control." The boy, Jackson, was crying again. "I loved her, how could I do that to her?"
"That wasn't love, it was possession. You don't hurt the people you love and sure don't do what you did." Dante said just as coldly, watching the water for signs of the monster. "You didn't love her. You wanted to own her, that was all. You can't own people!"
"You're right." Jackson said walking to his car, getting ready to leave. Dante didn't even have time to grab the boy, when a tentacle limb shot out of the water and grabbed him; Pulling the screaming youth back under the water with it. Dante cursed and ran to the water's edge, stashing his clothes and thing quickly behind the trees. He dove in and tried to see under the water, it was too murky to see clearly through. He hated what he had to do now. He would definitely pay for it later. He called his fire, his power, he called to the deity that swam in his blood. He called the fire and its full power to himself. It with a rush of flame and shimmering waves. It coated his body with its leaping orange and yellow flames, not consuming for shielding him. His arms were there but large Pheonix flames formed wings of fire, that lick around themselves, lighting his way. His legs were there, but were now also covered with orange and red fire, forming the deity's body and tail. He felt the whooshing through him and fill his skin as well, leaving him with no other feeling under it but that of the fire that caressed it, and consuming him, heart and soul but not harming him in any way. In that moment, he bonded fully with his Pheonix and he became the Pheonix, the true power of the Pheonix sped him on.
His knife he carried pulled flames to it and became a long, wide sword of pure Pheonix fire, glowing, like he was glowing, dispelling the night and its darkness and making night into midday, the Pheonix fire shining like the sun, like the fiery bird it was. He kept pushing through to the monster and realized he was too late to save the boy. The beast tore him apart in front of the burning thing in it. Dante roared in fury and lunged at it, the Pheonix lunging with him, they worked as one unit when in this form. Fire shot from Dante's outstretched hand and hit the thing full force. It screamed and dropped the half eaten man, causing his corpse to bob to the surface. The Leviathan was the size of a dinosaur, a really large one, T-Rex possible if Dante was right about his fossil knowledge. It had twelve tentacle arms, rather like an octopus but the face and form of a chimera, half sea lion and half killer whale mixed together into one grotesque visage. It was jet black and had mouth beneath its tentacles, full of teeth like a shark, but there were three pairs there, one inside the other, waiting to shred and consume Dante.
Dante hit the beast with his great fire and the sword he wielded. He sliced off three of its legs but almost got pulled in. The tentacles secreted poison into his skin but he was healed instantly by the fire inside himself, fueling his armor and his sword. He dove under the thing and was knocked away by an arm. He turned to see the creature propelling itself toward him, grabbing at him and crushing him with its arms, but the arms burned to ash as they touched him. The creature shrieked in agony at the loss of more of its limbs. He dove at its head and buried the fire sword into its head as hard as he could. The thing hissed and howled then turned to fine black ash which dispersed itself through the water around where it used to be.
Dante could feel the power beginning to wane and he pressed to the surface. He barely made it to the bank and crawled up it. He felt srong arms pulling him further up the bank. He couldn't make out what they were saying. He passed out face first in the muddy bank and knew no more.
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He awoke to soft pillows and fluffy blankets. He moaned in pain and lay back down. Sam brought him some water and called for his brother. Dean ran in and looked relieved.
"What the hell happened, Dante?" Dean demanded worried about his cousin. "You call Bobby to take that family to safety and then end up fighting a sea monster naked. What are you, Johnny Quest?" Dante had been out for almost 24 hours, during which time his lawyers had made sure the cops and authorities were not able to get near him. A charge of assault had been filed against him by a girl, a girl he had supposedly been seen with, a prostitute.
"No, but what the hell are you doing here? Since we're in the questioning mood." Dante growled, his head was splitting and he was barely mobile.
"You both need to chill!" Sam demanded, tired of it all. "Can you just tell us what you were doing there? We came to the hotel to help you and then got a call from some guy telling us you were at the lake. Said his name was Carl or something."
"I was trying to stop the Mayor's son from getting himself killed. He went there after I left his father's house. Apparently he wanted to see the monster." Dante winced as one of his back muscles pulled, Sam noticed it and immediately added another pillow.
"Was he that half eaten corpse that floated past as we were pulling you further up the bank?" Sam asked, that was one gross corpse, eww!
"Yeah, he was leaving and then it grabbed him. It was so fast, I didn't even have time to get him out of its way. It pulled him in and then I ran, stripped down and dove in to try to save him." Dante said, not daring to move anymore. The Pheonix power may have healed him but it left him with sore muscles from his body healing too fast. He had to let the rest of his body heal now. He dare not touch the Pheonix power now. If he so much as reached for a little healing power, he would turn everyone, including himself, in a mile radius to instant ash. His human half needed to catch up to balance out his power.
"We got there in time to see a fiery huge bird flying under the water's surface. Was that you?" Dean was impressed the bird was made of fire and the largest thing he had ever seen.
"It was me. I had to call the full power of the Pheonix in my blood to the surface and embrace to create the Pheonix armor. It was the only way to kill the thing, plus it lets me heal faster in battle, instantly." He winced, he may have healed the broken ribs but that area was still tender to movement. Dean handed him some pain pills and some water.
"Yeah, great job with that one. You are a mess of bruises, Dude. It looks like if you tried to stand up, you'll turn into a ball of pain right now." Dean drawled, Dante looked bad but damn, if what he said was true, then he should be dead right now.
"The Leviathan's arms tried to crush me, think they broke every bone in my body at some point. " He felt dizzy again and laid his head back. Using the armor always did this to him. He needed another day to be back to normal, his human half would be up and running by then.
"Then why aren't you dead or whatever?" Sam asked, the man was in great pain but all in one piece as far as they could tell. He would need to call his lawyers soon, they were getting testy with the boys, demanding to speak with him a lot.
"It healed that part." Dante smiled gently, it hurt to smile, damn.
"So heal this now." Dean pointed out the obvious solution. Why wasn't Dante doing that?
"If I did, you and me would all be lovely piles of ash right now, that's why." Dante grumbled annoyed but happy to be alive.
"Why?" The boys backed up a bit. This was getting dangerous, they didn't want to be ash.
"Don't worry, I have to let the human part heal up and balance with the Pheonix again, then the power will be stabilized. It takes too much power to fuel the armor, it completely takes me over, and the human part is nearly consumed when I use it. I have to let it regenerate or it explodes out of me. So I can't access it in any way until then. One little crack in that control and the power gets out with no human part to control it. You don't want that." Dante said, seeing they were approaching him again. Sam felt his head again and immediately yanked it back like he had been burned. There was some redness on his hand from the heat but no burn. He looked at him in confusion. Dean did too but then they sat by him again. Sam still held his scalded hand away, it still burned.
"You're so hot, Dante, how are you not exploding now?" Sam asked not mad at Dante, he had been heating up rapidly since he had got out of the water.
"The power isn't settle yet, no stable. I can contain it but I dare not use it." Dante warned, and then asked, "Can you run me a cold bath, straight cold? It cools me a lot, I don't want to catch my bed on fire here." Dean went to do that while Sam helped Dante stand up, Dante nearly slipped out of his arms but Sam caught him, the heat burning into his body as he pressed Dante into his side and put his arm around his neck. Dean grabbed Dante gently and swore as he was burned too. They bit their tongues and lowered him into the cold water, and watched in fear as steam poured from the water, causing it to boil like crazy. Dante passed out right before saying, "We need ice, lots of ice, call Carl, he'll get it for me.", then slid under the water, pulling them in with him. His body feeling cooler already but still getting hotter by the second.
They decided to take turns holding the unconscious man in the water, making sure he was still alive and breathing every few moments. As long as they stayed in the cold water, they were not burned. They managed to keep the man's body submerged in the water and his head above it. The water kept evaporating faster as he heated up so they had to keep the water running and the plug in to keep the tub full. Carl, the head of his team of lawyers looked down in dismay at his unconscious client but poured bag after 20 pound bag of ice into the tub to keep the man's body temperature down as much as he could. He also rigged a harness to him that would hold him the way the boys had been doing and let them out of tub duty. He gave them each thick fluffy robes from the hotel, telling them to keep them, and turned up the air conditioner to help the tub keep a better and colder temp, he didn't want the ice melting too fast. The boys crawled under 4 thick blankets and two comforters then sat down to wait for the burning man to wake up. Dean was suddenly very happy to not have those super powers, they were freaking weird.
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One day later, Dante woke up in the tub and undid the harness from around him. He was groggy but able to stand. His body temperature was normal again and the aches were gone, and so were his bruises. He looked whole an unscathed again. He let out the water and asked his lawyer/friend where the boys were, had he hurt them? The man assured him they were fine. They were sleeping in the spare room of the suite under layers of warm blankets and robes.
Dante immediately turned off the air conditioner and turned on the heat for a bit to dispel the freezing chill that filled the suite. He then went in to check on them and finding them sound asleep, holding each other close for warmth, he turned off their light again and waited for them to wake up.
He and Carl began to talk and he did not like what he heard.
"I didn't rape anyone. I was in a lake killing a beast trying to save the Mayor's son when I was with her! I wasn't there!" Dante spat angrily, the powerful men had tried to frame him. He shouldn't have been surprised. "I so don't do prostitutes!"
"I know, Dante. We done got her to admit the truth, well, part of it." Carl squirmed under his annoyed gaze. "She admits to lying and says she was paid to. She just won't admit who paid her to do it. Someone scared the hell out of her." Carl apologized, but saw that Dante was calming down a little now. His temper always got a little fiery after a big change like this. His temper tended to match his Pheonix powers that way.
The Winchesters came walking out the room about that time and Sam looked out the window while Dean looked out the peep hole of the door.
"Why are there cops watching your room?" Sam asked and looked at him confused, they didn't need cops around them right now.
"There are three outside your door right now too." Dean announced, feeling the same uneasiness as Sam.
"Yeah, Carl, why are there cops outside my room and watching me?" Dante's temper was rising again, they so didn't need this. Sam and Dean went to sit by him. They hoped the sight of them would calm him, it didn't.
"We had a choice, they could arrest you while talking to the girl to keep you from running or they could put you on house arrest. We chose house arrest." Carl looked uncomfortable again and Dante looked angrier.
"This is not house arrest. Maximum level prisons have less security than this!" Dante growled, looking out the window and the peephole. He yanked the door open and looked angrily down the hallway, there were two guards for each elevator and at the entrance to the stairwell.
"They also think you had something to do with the death of the mayor's son. " Carl muttered, not liking his boss's mood at all. The Pheonix/Man was dangerous when he was in this mood.
"He was half eaten! How could I possibly do that? Honestly!" Dante shouted, pissed they would try to pin that on him. He had tried to save the kid and they did this.
"We already have it on good authority those charges are being dismissed as we speak." Carl soothed him as best he could. Dean and Sam saw that his best was most definitely not going to cut it this time. Dean tried it this time, motioning for the lawyer to let him try.
"Dante, once those charges are dismissed it will be fine, and you can leave, the cops will go. Getting made won't make us piles of ash any happier if you lose control here, remember?" Dean pointed out what Dante had told him earlier. Dante made visible efforts to calm down now, he didn't want to lose control of his powers here.
"Fine, I am leaving tomorrow whether or not they are dropped, am I being clear?" Dante said this calmly and coldly, holding himself in check. His temper was feeding the Pheonix fire, trying to access it, he couldn't allow that. He closed his eyes and took a deep cleansing breathe, realizing he needed to meditate right now or it would definitely pull on his power. "You let me know as soon as it is done. I mean it!" He stalked into the bedroom and slammed the door behind him, making the place rattle with the strength behind it. They all just watched the door in shock.
Sam and Dean turned to look at the lawyer who smiled serenely now, his boss was going to be fine now.
"He's taking it much better than I expected he would." The man smiled serenely, "He'll be fine soon. He always is." He picked up his briefcase and left the room, politely telling them goodbye and he would call. He went out and the boys locked the door behind him. They stood staring at the bedroom door and gulped.
"That is 'taking it better than expected?" Dean gasped in shock, he had never seen anything like that before.
"Apparently." Sam gasped as well. Wow, did he have a temper! He was so glad Dean wasn't a Pheonix like Dante.
Dean would have already reduced the entire city to ash by now, himself included.
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"So Bobby sent you?" Dante asked, feeling much calmer that before. All charges were dropped and the police were gone. He was cleared and he wanted to leave this place.
"He thought you might do something stupid." Dean explained, smiling.
"Like going full on Pheonix and being freaky overpowered for several days, almost wiping out half the city?" Dante laughed as he packed his stuff, he hated using Pheonix armor but it had to be done. It was the only way to stop the Leviathan. He felt like himself again.
"Like that." Sam said smiling, Dante was back to normal again.
They walked out and locked the room. Sam and Dean now owned two hotel robes a piece plus one of those fluffy warm blankets and a comforter each; A gift from Dante. No more scratchy hotel blankets for them, yay!
"So Dante, how much did this room cost you, cause we could get used to this?" Dean asked suddenly curious.
"Nothing, I own the whole chain of hotels, or Jacob Winters does." Dante smiled as their jaws dropped in surprise. "Why so surprised? I am a billionaire after all."
The boys were speechless again. They had forgotten that part of their cousin's life.
He laughed outright at the look on their faces and got in his car, stroking her metal skin lovingly, almost like a lover but not quite. He drove up next to them and tossed in a package. "A gift of gratitude." He winked and said, "Next time you want to stay at one of my hotels, give them my alias and have them call me, the stay is on me, no matter how long." With another happy laugh, he pulled off and roared out of sight.
The boys opened the package and nearly fainted. They had been cleared of all charges they were ever charged with. Dante's team of lawyers had gotten all of the charges thrown out on lack of evidence and other reasons, mostly technicalities. They were free men again, and no longer wanted by the police or the FBI.
They smiled at the thought of finally being free again and knew it wouldn't last. At least they had their own panel of lawyers, there were four cards in the files with 'Call these men if you get in trouble, they are your lawyers now.' In Dante's handwriting.
They definitely liked this guy now. He just went right under Sam in the important people in their lives, maybe under Bobby too, It was a close race for that one.
Speaking of under Sammy, Dean had a naughty idea. He pulled out the list of hotels and their locations from the package and spotted one in a city nearby.
"Hey, Sammy, how about we take a little break from hunting?" He stroked Sam thigh through his jeans and kissed the spot behind his ear, the one that drove him crazy. Sam moaned from his touch.
"Sounds good to me. Where?" Sam asked, hand sliding to Dean's leg now to roam over the hard muscle contained there. Dean lifted to meet his touch and moaned as well.
"In Sacramento. 15 minutes away. Dante has a hotel there, if seems." Dean moaned into Sam's ear. He knew they should stop before this went too far but couldn't find the strength to.
"Let's hurry!" Sam growled pulling Dean into a kiss and wrestling him into the backseat, the woods around them alive with sounds.
Needless to say, it took them two hours to reach the hotel and request the CEO suite, call Dante and slam the door behind them to begin the whole lovemaking thing all over again.
Dante would have admired their restraint. They sure did.
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(In another world, so close to Finch's own, Bobby and the Angel John stared in horror at what they had found. Angel John knew they needed help with this and he knew just who to ask and smiled.)
Meanwhile in that other alternate world, Bobby made a discovery that would rock all their worlds.
There was another Devil's gate and this time he would need a lot more help to protect it.
Seems Ruby had gotten out again and wanted to open it.
It just wasn't Bobby's day.
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(this is a lead in to a larger crossover I will be doing in my 'Our Father The Angel' Storyline where John Winchester was brought back the boys as an archangel and sent to help them save the Earth as Mortal Warriors of Heaven. I will be having Angel John show up briefly to ask Finch to help him in the upcoming battle, so if you want to read about the Devil's Gate story where Dante helps fight in it, it will be posted in that story not this one.)
I couldn't resist the Impala Sex again. Sorry.
Please review if you like it, don't flame if you don't. Finch will be back in his own storyline soon enough, I promise. He had to visit that other universe for a bit.
See you soon