Devil May Winchester

Chapter 2

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Dean and Sam left Restaurant Fredi and headed down the now somewhat quite street. When they had arrived it had been mid-afternoon, but as they left it was now getting rather dark.

"This is perfect timing Sammy...guess we need to stalk some alleys"

"Dean...we need to be careful...we don't know what would work against these types of things..."

"I know...but we don't have much of a choice...besides, you learn something new, ya know?" Dean headed to his car as Sam followed. They found a motel not too far away and checked in. Not too long after they headed to the streets to find any sign of whatever was attacking the town and its citizens.

They had walked the majority of the place within a few hours. It was way past midnight now and the only people in the streets were those who had been hitting up the bars.

"I dunno Dean...maybe we should try again tomorrow?"

"Maybe...well were on the opposite side of the town anyway, we can look on our way back to the hotel..." they walked for some time before both Dean and Sam stopped as they turned towards a dark alley.

"You know...you'd think they'd start setting up some good street lamps near places like this..." said Dean as he pulled out one of his hand guns, unlocking it while Sam did the same.

They both walked into the alley slowly reaching all the way to the other side to the back of the buildings. Dean just sighed as he saw a cat run by and go under a dumpster. "Geez Sam...It was a freakin cat." He proceeded to put his gun back when they heard another sound behind them. As they turned they saw a young woman who was walking towards them in an eerily fashion. "Hey lady...You ok...?" asked Dean as he could sense something was way off.

"He...lp...mee-!" The woman was flung forward so violently she smacked into the ground cracking her already bleeding head. Dean and Sam armed themselves as they saw something large pulsating from the shadows. As it moved towards them Sam twitched on the inside as this thing really did resemble a bunch of sewn together clowns. Both Sam and Dean started shooting at the thing and were doing quite well until they ran out of bullets. "Shit Sam!" Dean started backing up as he hurriedly dumped the shells and added new bullets. Sam also did the same but before they could aim again the thing was gone.

"Dean..." Sam looked around him as did Dean. It had become extremely quiet and this was unsettling them both. Suddenly again, from the darkness came the creature except this time there were more.

"Shit, Sam...We didn't bring enough for this...whatever they are, they gang rape! Freakin' cheaters..." Dean and Sam stood back to back as they waited for clear shots to the head. Hoping that would work for the time being.

"Dean...
"Yeah, I know...we gotta make a break for it...we should have brought more guns...or ammo... "

"...You know...swords work the best sometimes..." came a deep, strong voice. Dean and Sam turned to their left to see a man a tad taller than Sam walk into the middle of the back alley. His hands were in his pockets as he looked at the two men from Fredi's and the Marionette's crowding them.

Dean and Sam just stared at the man as they instantly recognized him from the restaurant.

"You...wait what?" Said Dean as the man just stepped forward.

Dean and Sam noticed that the demeanour in the creatures shifted somewhat, as if instinct were telling them to run. Before either of them could say or do anything the man brought forth a sword that was hanging on his back and slashed it through each creature, causing blood to splash against the walls and themselves. It even went on the man's face making his bright blue eye's glow in the night.

"That's how it's done ladies..." Said the man as he pocketed his hands once again before he turned, preparing to walk.

"Wait...who the hell are you?" Said Dean defensively, "...If...I had a sword I would do that too kay'?"

The man turned slightly, as he cocked his head towards them, "Really now? Well...I guess you guys weren't doing too badly given the circumstances and all," He paused a bit as he took in the two men. He wanted to know more about them, "Name's Dante...Now I don't know about you, but I hate when the blood dries...it makes it hard to get off you know?" He nudged his head forward, motioning them to follow him as he started to walk down the alley.

"Dean...should we go...?"

"Dude...this guy's more awesome then Doctor Sexy..." Sam just deadpanned as Dean just smiled and shrugged making Sam follow. However, Dean wanted to confirm the feeling he had sensed earlier as he felt it again. The creatures had it too, but this guy; his power knocked the creatures' power out of the water.

Dante led them through the main streets passing their motel. Dante looked to the parking lot as he saw Dean's Chevy 67' Impala, he made a whistling sound before he spoke, "That's a nice car. Who has a car like that and stays at a motel?"

Dean raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong with staying at motels? Besides, we ain't exactly rich you know."

Dante turned back to him, "That's your car? Sweet! How'd you get that?"

"It was our fathers." Said Sam as Dean just looked forward. Dante could feel there was a story behind all that, but had enough tact to just nod and continue down an alley past the motel.

Dean and Sam looked up at the red luminous sign above them on a rather old building that read "Devil May Cry". Dante kicked the doors open, though not breaking them (this time) and strolled in as Dean and Sam walked in carefully. They took in the place that seemed rather worn down looking. There was a large dark brown, leather sofa, which may have seen better times, a large pool table on the left, a desk in the middle back, and an old jukebox on the right side corner, which Dean immediately went to.

"Dean..." warned Sam.

"Relax...I haven't let my guard down...but you don't see these things everyday!" Dean scanned the music list clearly enjoying the songs that were listed. Sam stayed somewhere in the middle of the floor while Dante had gone to the back. As Dante came back, settling into a recliner desk chair, propping his feet up on a desk, Dean walked back to Sam.

They all stared at each other for a bit before Dante suddenly lifted his leg, making both Dean and Sam half reach to their guns until Dante's foot slammed the desk and the old phone receiver jumped into the air and into his hand. He pushed his finger into one of the numbers turning it clockwise, before letting go as it reeled back. "Hey...Haha you know me well. Same large pizza. And no olives! You guys keep putting olives." He hung up and stared at the Winchester boys.

"So...you're lucky I'm in a good mood today. I don't normally go out of my way to help strangers." Said Dante as he tiled his head a bit, letting some of his silver white hair to fall over one of his eyes.

"So this...those things are normal for you then?" asked Sam.

"Meh. Same shit all the time. I like it when they send something new though. Spices things up a bit."

"They?" asked both Sam and Dean.

Dante looked at them carefully as he avoided the question, "So wanna drop a name any time soon? I already introduced myself. Not good manner's to not even let your saviour know your name."

Dean spoke, "I'm Ted, this is my partner David." He pointed to himself and then Sam.

Dante kept watching them, "You're lying." His stare was fierce as he continued, "You shouldn't lie to your saviour either. I was in Fredi's you know, and my hearing is exceptional."

"Then why would you ask?" Said Sam seriously though he felt he knew the answer.

"Wanted to see what you would say. It doesn't take a genius to know that you two don't live a normal, everyday life." Said Dante smugly as he leaned back a bit more.

It was only then that Sam and Dean noticed the massive sword on the back wall along without weapons. In the middle of the wall was a large skull thing with horns, most likely from a creature they've never fought.

"So you two are looking for the killers of this town, am I right?"

Sam and Dean just stared. They had no information on this guy, they couldn't just charge at him. And by the looks of the guy it wouldn't be easy. Plus he had saved them...

"You're lucky that I'm actually on this case as well...though I'd rather not be. But I can't just ignore the problems in my own backyard. Plus I need money"

Dean sighed, "I'm Dean Winchester...this is my younger brother Sam."

Dante smiled his infamous side smile, "Good...So how you find this place? It's hidden pretty well, I didn't expect people like you to find it...though maybe because it's people like you that you did find it..."

Just as Dean was about to continue, the door behind them opened. The pizza man walked in with the expression of doing this every single day. He barely paid any attention to the brothers as he brought Dante his pizza before holding out his hand.

"Put it on the tab..." said Dante as he was about to open the box, but the pizza man put his hand over it stopping him. Dante raised a brow as he stared.

"You're tab is maxed out. Boss told me that you need to pay now, or this is your last pizza."

"So just make a new tab! I told him I'm on it!" argued Dante, the smell of pizza getting to him.

"Can't do that sir...you currently owe over 5,000$ in pizza."

Dean looked at Sam with a "what the fuck" face.

"Maybe you should get an actual job. What's the whole deal with this mercenary thing, 'I take the odd job no one wants or can't do', do you even get customers? What is it that you even do? You sit here, like everyday ordering pizza. Why don't you do something usef-"

The man froze as he noticed a gun pointing at his head. However it wasn't from Dante (who was smirking) but the hand was a long, slender one. Both Dean and Sam hadn't even seen where she had come from until she already had the gun to the man's head.

"You know...as much as I love to pick on Dante, it actually kind of bothers me to see someone who brings food to a man like a dog to his master, complain about someone's job." Her voice was cool and slick, as she passed her hand through her long blonde hair, flipping it back over her shoulder.

"Besides, he needs to save his money to buy me and his girlfriend clothes." She smirked as well as the man just nodded fiercely before backing out of the store.

"Aw, come on Trish! This store's gonna have the cops on me or something now!" Trish just turned and stared at Dante before the both started laughing, "Yea I'm sure they could do something." She spun the gun in her hand before tucking it into to back of her tight, black pants before she turned her attention to Sam and Dean.

"Well, well, well...you hardly ever have hot customer's Dante..."

Dean was having a field day and Sam, honestly couldn't deny what Dean must have been thinking at the time. However Trish suddenly sniffed a bit before she turned to Dante, her face somewhat shocked. "Dante...they-" he held up a hand as he just nodded but warned her not to continue with his eyes. She understood immediately as she just opened the box.

"Hm...olives..."

"God damnit!" yelled out Dante as he shook off all the olives before eating his own slice. He looked at Sam and Dean as he shifted his head, telling them to have some.

"Wow Dante, something good happen today? You're in a very nice mood...I'm Trish by the way, nice to meet you." She smiled at them both but lingered a bit longer on Dean.

"So...What now...?" asked Sam as they were now all eating pizza and staring at each other.

"Well for starters, I'm the one who made this place hard to find. The thing you saw earlier tonight is susceptible to this town because of what's in it. It's one of the few towns in the world that are a direct gate.

Sam was suddenly staring at Dante intently making him stare back twice as much.

"Um...Sam? what are you doing...?" said Dean as he just shoved his brother's head back a bit.

"Tony Redgrave." Said Sam as Dante watched him carefully again.

"What?"

"Tony Redgrave...along time ago...Dad told us a story about how he met this guy who was kinda like a hunter who helped him when he came to a town he had never seen before. It wasn't major or anything, but dad said his name and how he was a good person despite everything."

"When the hell was this story, and where the heck was I?" asked Dean as he looked at Sam intently.

"I think you were sleeping...and I was sick...it was that one time a couple days before Christmas remember? When we were kids. And Dad managed to come home at least a bit close to Christmas. He told me about it because I couldn't sleep...he said though...that the guy had a kick ass red-coat..."

Dean turned to Dante as Dante just smirked a bit, as he finishing his 5th pizza slice before he leaned back on his chair.

"Good job Sam...When you guys said your last name I knew for sure you were that guys kids. So he died then?"

"Yeah..." said Sam quietly as he looked at Dean. This didn't go unnoticed by Dante or Trish.

"Heh, damn bastard...sold his soul..." Dean smiled slightly before he looked back at Dante.

"So what's 'Dante' then?"

"Dante is my real name. Tony Redgrave was a name I used back when I didn't hunt demons."

"So how would you be able to help our dad if you didn't know what demons were then?" asked Dean, slightly annoyed.

"Just because I didn't really hunt them, doesn't mean I didn't know what they were. I know more about them then anyone you will meet."

"Wait...you look way too young to have known our father when we were kids, let alone be old enough at that time to help him.

"Heh, I age slow boys."

"Dante...I told you I didn't want to hear about how I'll probably die way before you." Came a high, woman's voice from the door. She had short hair that spiked out around her shoulder, short-shorts with a belt that was packin' around her waist, combat boots, and a huge ass bazooka thing on her back.

"Why are there such hot chicks in this town?" exclaimed Dean before Dante cleared his throat getting their attention.

"Well then...now that everyone is here...let's get this party started!" Dante smirked as he looked at Dean and Sam.