Chapter 6: Dracula's New Thrall
"What the hell?" John asked out loud as he stared at Castle Dracula. He then looked around and noticed that he was in a town he didn't recognize which was strange because he's been almost everywhere.
"Hey!" shouted a grumpy looking man with a beard from the entrance of a diner, "Where the hell did you come from!"
"Get that stick out of your arse mate," John said as he turned away.
"Answer the question blondie!" yelled Leroy as he marched towards John.
"It's none of your bloody business," John said as he continued walking away.
"I'm making it my business buddy!" Leroy growled as he reached John and grabbed his shoulder.
"You might want to lower your hand," John warned Leroy, but when Leroy didn't John spun around quickly delivering a right hook to Leroy's face.
"Hey!" shouted a feminine voice from behind John. John slowly turned around and saw a blonde woman wearing a red leather jacket.
"Leroy," the woman said, "I got this."
"Yeah," Leroy said, "Sure thing sister."
"Where'd you come from trench coat," Emma demanded quietly while she glared at John.
"Liverpool, but I'm been traveling most my life," John said as he placed his hands in his pocket.
"Okay," Emma said, "Why'd you hit Leroy?"
"He was being an ass," John replied casually.
"That's part of his charm," Emma said, "How did you get to Storybrooke?"
"So this is Storybrooke," John said, "I'm not impressed."
"Answer the question asshole," Leroy barked which received a look from Emma.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told ya," John said before turning around.
"Try me," Emma said as she took a step forwards, "I've seen a lot of weird shit ever since coming to this town."
"An angel teleported me here," John said casually before walking off.
Leroy and Emma only blinked in response out of confusion.
"That guy's off his meds," Leroy decided before walking off.
"Maybe," Emma said quietly before she decided to talk to Dean about this subject.
A few couple of years ago…
John was walking down a street with a much more cheerful expression than the ones he gains when he accidentally bumped into someone.
"Watch it!" said a woman in a british accent as she dropped her stuff.
"Sorry about that luv," John said as he bent down to help her pick her stuff up, "My name's John Constantine."
"Anne Marie," the woman said as she stood back up once all of her stuff was gathered.
"So you're into the mystical myths," John commented as he handed a piece of paper with a pentagram on it to her.
"Not a believer in magic?" Anne Marie asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I choose to believe that none of the supernatural exist because if it does then that means that the big man in the sky doesn't give a rats ass about me," John explained.
"I disagree," Anne Marie said, "He cares but he has no control over what happens to humanity. Why don't you give me a call when you decide to give it a shot."
"Give what a shot?" John asked as he grabbed the business card she handed him, "Believing in magic or God?"
"Either one," responded Anne Marie, "See you around."
"Mistress of Magic," John read from the card, "Why don't you call yourself something else? It sounds to much like a BDSM thing."
"I'm getting new ones made," sighed Anne Marie as she walked off down the street.
Back in the present…
Dean was currently drinking a beer as he stared at a Dracula book thinking of ways he could kill the blood sucking bastard.
"I'm going to find you Sammy," Dean said before slamming his empty beer can on the table. Just as he headed to the door of the Police station he saw Emma.
"Dean," Emma said, "I need to ask you a question and where's everyone else?"
"They're not here yet," Dean said, "What do you want to know?"
"Are Angels real?" Emma asked surprising Dean.
"Yes," Dean grunted, "They're even bigger dicks than demons though. What made you ask about this?"
"There's somebody new in town and he said that an angel sent him here," Emma explained.
"What's his name?" Dean asked as he narrowed his eyes.
"He didn't say but he had a tan trench coat," Emma replied.
"Cas!" Dean said widening his eyes as he ran out of the building.
"Who's Cas?" Emma asked but didn't get a response since Dean was already driving off.
Meanwhile in Castle Dracula…
Sam groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, but when he did Sam had to close his eyes quickly because something was extremely bright.
"What is that blinding light?" Sam muttered as he tried to cover his eyes with his hands.
"Ah so you're awake," said a familiar voice, "Welcome to your new life my child."
"You!" Sam snarled as he turned towards Dracula and ripped his hands free of the binds, "I'm going to kill you!"
"Kneel before Dracula!" barked Dracula and for some reason Sam did as ordered as soon as his legs were free from the restraints.
"What did you do to me?" Sam demanded which received a backhanded strike from Dracula.
"Silence!" snarled Dracula before he sneered, "I have turned you into my thrall. You will serve me forever, and you will learn to enjoy following my every will."
"Never!" Sam spat at Dracula even as he felt his free will fading.
"Hehehehe," Dracula chuckled evilly, "We are immortal so we have plenty of time to wait for you to willingly submit to my will."
"Not if my brother kills you first," Sam countered angrily.
"Maybe," conceded Dracula before he sneered, "Unless I send you to kill him or bring him here to be drained first."
"I will never be the cause of my brother's death!" shouted Sam adamantly.
"We shall see," cackled Dracula before turning around and leaving the room.
That's it for today. I didn't feel like going any further, and yes I know I didn't use a Vlad flashback this time but I honestly began getting tired of doing those. I'll do another one next chapter maybe. Besides I want to tell my own version of John's backstory prior to him becoming the ass he became.
