Hey guys. Sorry I've been so away from this for a while. Well It seems I'll be busy for a bit and my time for FF cut in half. But rest assured, that doesn't mean I won't be finishing these fanfics I have. Sooner or later more will come when I have the time to do so.
So here's an update of the three stories here and their current status.
-Negima is obviously done with. And yes, this and another story I'm doing will be the last Negima crossover I do in a long while...maybe.
-So with Constantine, there are some rumors circling about him appearing on a season 2 of Legends of Tomorrow on CW, and another rumor of Constantine switching to TVtibi. Dunno if that means a possibility for season 2, but I doubt it. And then there's the Justice League Dark movie where, unfortunately, Matt Ryan won't be John this time, which sucks but I'll deal. Just as long as the actor they pick plays John well.
-And finally Supernatural just went on Christmas break for the second half of the 11th season. So far, it's actually getting good. Better then season 7 through 10. (Ironic given that I'm writing this fanfic in the season 8 time line of SPN)
So without further ado let us begin the next chapter.
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All eyes were on the stage's ground towards the blond haired man whose trench coat resembled that of Castiel's. He only stood there; cigarette between his lips without a single concern towards the bitter stare of the black coated elder man who stood right in front of him.
"Oy, honya-chan, Yue, this was the same creep who appeared in our class this morning." Asakura questioned as she untied Asuna's binds on her wrist. "He wouldn't happen to be another guy from those books you were talking about, is he?"
"I-I don't know..." Nodoka wondered.
"I've never seen him in the books." Yue said, "But for some reason, I can't help but feel...bad vibes coming off this guy."
"Well he did get us out of that jam we were in, aru." Ku-Fei reminded them, "So he can't be all bad...right?"
"W-Who knows." Asuna said, leaning on Asakura for support while holding her chest painfully from that amulet absorbing her energy. "For now, we just need to trust him..."
Meanwhile, Herrman and John stared each other down like two old enemies waiting for the other to make a move. A light breeze passed through their coats with neither moving an inch to strike.
"So, you've returned to further your suffering at my hands." Herrman said in a bitter rage. "I don't know whether you're the bravest human I've ever met, or the most idiotic one I've had the displeasure of meeting."
"Nothin' wrong with a lil bit of both." John said, "It's what's kept me alive long enough to send smarmy bastards like you back where you bloody belong."
"Empty words from a pathetic con man." Herrman smirked while balling his fist, ready to reduce John into dust with his bare-hands. "You're of no use to me anymore in case you've forgotten. Know your place, you-"
Herrman's words were silenced by echoing sound of a gun going off, quickly followed by a bullet hitting the wooden floor-boards of the stage next to where John and Herrman stood. This certainly surprised both the girls, Negi, and even John. Herrman looked over towards the Winchesters to find that Dean was the only one there, while Sam went to check on an unconscious Kotaro.
"Yeah, yeah. Give it a rest, Dumbledork." Dean insulted, "All the black-eyed bastards like you who talk a big game usually get stomped in a matter of minutes. Now, you can give up peacefully, in which I only slightly beat the crap outta you, or you can fight, in which I royally beat the crap outta you. Your call, buddy."
"Dean!" Cas called out to after quickly healing himself. "Dean, get out of here! You and Sam are in danger!"
The black coated old man chuckled to himself. "Dean Winchester. The man who made a deal with a crossroads demon to bring back his own brother. The man to have been thrown into the bowels of Hell and return a year later. The man to have defied the Archangel, Michael, to becoming his vessel during the Apocalypse. The very same who, just recently, popped himself out of purgatory. You've many feats to your name, young man. I'm sure you feel very smug about it all, don't you. Yes, so smug...so foolish."
Without warning, Herrman appeared right in front of Dean with a fist cocked. Dean was taken by surprise and had no time to pull the trigger. Instead, he tried to block the incoming attack. A dumb move as the elder man's punch had broken through Dean's defenses and launched him into the seats behind him with a harsh crash. Dean's body tumbling over broken wood had riddled him with anguish as he struggled to remain conscious.
"Dean!" Sam called, about to run over to his injured brother.
"Sam...! No...!" Dean gasped painfully, "The...The ring...! Go...!"
Sam took a moment to eye his ring. He wanted to end this here and now, but what if his brother is killed while fighting Herrman? Either way, this demon will kill a lot more people if nothing's done about him. Sam nodded and instead ran down the stage to the stage's below ground to find a small black fire spark he was suppose to have seen.
Herrman only saw Sam running away. He knew he'd get to him later, as of now, he wanted to strike while the iron was hot in taking care of the elder Winchester first. He stood before the injured Dean, and effortlessly yanked him up by his collar. Dean struggled to break free but Herrman's grip was too strong.
"So your brother abandons you here. Pity." Herrman mocked.
"Ugh...! Says you..." Dean gasped with a bloody-teeth grin. "Negi! Go!"
Herrman's eyes widened as he quickly lifted an arm in the incoming attack he assumed would be thrown at him, however he was shocked to find that this so-called attack was none other then a strike aimed right for the elder man's gut; a fist slamming right into Herrman that was followed by a larger impact building within contact of his body. The very pressure of his strike created a whirlwind upon Negi's arm and spiraled like a corkscrew into Herrman's gut.
"Okahouken!" Negi called.
The sheer force of wind radiating from his fist seemed to have been spiraling into Herrman's gut with great force...however Herrman himself did not budge even an inch in the mist of the attack. It almost even appeared that he was rather enjoying it by the crazy grin on his face. It was as Negi feared; he was still trying to perfect this attack. It was still weak against someone as powerful as this demon.
Within seconds, the power behind the fist had slowly dissipated, leaving Negi with a powerless fist in the black hat-wearing man's stomach.
"Hm hm hm..." The old man chuckled, "I reward you for your attempt. But I'm afraid your efforts are still in vain." Herrman pushed Negi off of him whilst still holding Dean with one hand. "Even without the energy of Asuna Kagurazaka, I still have enough of her magic left over to decimate you all if I wanted to...but what fun would that be?"
In a split second, Herrman released Dean within the air, and attacked the ten year old with a consecutive barrage of punches and kicks that seemed too fast for even time itself to register. By the time Herrman had given one final kick, he was able to grab Dean once again before his body even fell to the ground, while Negi himself felt every single strike that was delt, and was thrown across the arena, and into the bleachers on the other side of the row.
"Negi!" Asuna cried out. She bitterly looked back at the trench coated British man who seemed to have just stood there, smoking a cigarette like nothing. "Oy! Why're you just standing there?-! They're all fighting, while you're just standing here!"
"Believe me, luv; if I could, I'd be out there toughin' it out like a proper git, but as it stands, I got me own purpose in this battle." John made clear, "All I can do is stand here, and wait for these nubs to do what I need 'em to...if they can."
"And if they can't?" Asakura asked.
"Well if they can't, then I hope you're all get use to bein' juice pouches for that poxy bastard." He looked down over the stage to see the big moose of the Winchesters still looking about for what he needed to find. "Sometime today, Sammy."
"Don't call him/me Sammy!" Said Sam in unison with Nodoka and Yue; all sharing the same annoyed tone.
Meanwhile, Herrman stood in victory as he held Dean by the collar and looked up at him like his newest prey. "I do hope that wasn't your last ditch effort to thwart me."
"Ugh...! Just about...Oh, wait..." Dean spit at the old man with a spot of blood dropping onto his pale cheek. "Heh...Now I'm done..."
Dean always had a pension for angering the wrong sort, but this demon, with seething red eyes filled with burning rage was the wrong sort to aggravate.
Herrman gave a sharp jab right into Dean's gut that almost made Dean himself vomit. At best, a dab of blood spit from his lips. He seethed with pain at the feeling of one punch. He'd hate to receive an entire assault.
Herrman pulled from his cloak, the same tablet as before ans presented it under Dean's chin. The blood from his chin had fallen onto the tablet, once again producing a heavenly glow from within. However this time, it glowed brighter then it had before, almost blinding Dean.
"Ugh...! That's...!" Dean struggled through his teeth at the sight of the glowing stone slab. "T-The...Demon tablet...!"
Herrman chuckled. "Demon? Is that what you think it is?"
"Dean!" Cas called out to as charged at Herrman with Angel blade in hand.
"You are too late, Angel." Herrman said triumphantly. He threw Dean right at Cas, causing both to tumble down the small row of stairs and onto the ground.
Herrman glared at the tablet with ferocious glee as his goal was only one last drop of blood away from completion. He could not imagine how simple it was to stomp his enemies and achieve his goal; and all in one night, no less. He placed the glowing tablet into the shrouds of his coat as it dimmed upon entry.
"And then, there was one." Herrman turned his attention towards Sam.
By that time, Sam had finally found the exact place where a black flame had bud and ran right towards it. He looked back to see an approaching black coated old man who had easily just slammed Cas to the ground, and knock him unconscious before strolling towards Sam like a menacing carnivore. Sam slid on his knees across the ground and quickly slammed his ring-wearing fist right into the small black flame. Upon contact with the ground, the ring shattered into many pieces.
"Ah! What did he just do?" Asuna questioned.
"One half of the plan." John answered, stomping on his first cigarette butt and about to work on his second stick.
By the time Sam turned around to face the incoming train of demon force coming after him, he was caught off guard by the intense hit to the stomach he relieved, followed by being thrown across the ground, left to tumble over until he regained his footing. He took a knee to clutch his stomach but still tried to hold on from letting the pain get to him.
"Sam Winchester." Herrman smirked as he strolled towards Sam. "The human of prophesy. The boy obsessed with demon blood; destined for greater things. You were to be the one to usher in the new age of a world under our rule. You were the one to be the vessel for my so-called "god", Lucifer. But you and that insufferable brother of yours somehow derailed those plans and saved your miserable world." He appeared in front of Sam and grabbed Sam by the collar, practically choking him in the process. "Though I must thank you. If you hadn't done that, I wouldn't be able to have to fun I'm having now."
Sam quickly pulled his demon-killing knife from his back sheath, and attempted to stab Herrman in the chest, however the sneak attack was averted by a simple swatting of Sam's hand from Herrman with barely an effort.
Herrman rebutted that attempted murder with a single punch to the chest that sent Sam tumbling across the ground and back on his own feet.
Sam breathed deeply while holding his chest. He hoped to regain enough of his breath to stand against this mass of demon strength until Dean got on his feet again to strike. From the looks of it, Dean was down for the count along with Cas. This didn't look good for Sam as he knew he wouldn't be a match for this man. And with Dean knocked out, there didn't seem to be a way to prevent the undeniable near-death beating he was going to receive.
"Shit!" John hissed, throwing his cigarette to the ground. "When you want somethin' done right, ya gotta do it yourself." He looked back to the girls on stage who were horrified to see the state of this battle. At the very least, they were able to find thick cloth to cover the naked ones with. "You all stay here. I gotta wake 'ol blue steel over there up." Pointing towards an unconscious Dean.
"Wait! Take me there to him!" Konoka asked.
"That's right! Konoka-nee-san has the ability to heal people of their injuries!" Chamo said from Nodoka's shoulder. "But you gotta hurry! She can only do it within five minutes."
"Then you go heal the lil ones. I got Deano over there." John instructed.
"Yosh! Then I'll go have a lil fun against the black coat guy too, aru!" Ku-fei said with excitement.
"Do whatever, luv." John waved off, "Oh, and if you begin to see a bright light at then end of a tunnel, tell 'em I did my best to warn you not to do anythin' stupid."
With that, John ran off the edge of the stage and headed towards the unconcious Dean, while Konoka and Chamo made haste to go to the aid of Negi and Kotarou.
Sam noticed this off the corner of his eye. It appeared John was going to Dean to wake up. Sam knew what he needed to do in his position. He quickly ran towards Herrman, gun in hand while shooting rounds at him. Herrman more then easily dodged each bullet that shot his way, while easily catching others.
Once the two were close enough, Sam relied on brute force to help him. He let lose a barrage of strikes but all seemed meaningless as Herrman easily blocked every attack thrown at him. All of Sam's efforts to at the very least get one hit were blocked and countered with harsh punches.
Herrman easily handled Sam with one sweep kick to knock him off his feet, and a low kick to the gut that threw him to the ground.
Herrman seemed to have had the upper hand, however he was once again caught off guard by the sudden kick to the face that pushed him a distance away from Sam.
Sam looked up from the ground, only to see the sight of a tan girl whom was dressed in long white cloth with rope wrapped around her waist to resembled a dress.
"Sam-san, are you alright?" Ku called.
"Ugh...Yeah, I'll be okay..." Sam answered, struggling to get up to his feet again. "Thanks, Ku-Fei...but you shouldn't fight this guy. He's way too strong..."
"Is he?" Ku-Fei smiled with joy. Hearing such words only made her muscles tighten even more and her adrenaline pumping like an engine piston. "Good. I've always wanted face an opponent like this, aru. A fight like this will probably never come again! There's no way I'll back down now, aru!"
Herrman recovered from the attack within moments of being hit. He stared sharply towards the two with eyes glowing as red as a crimson moon. He had come too far in his plan for it to be interrupted by one of Negi's groupies. He had wiped the blood from his nose before saying; "You'll regret your interference, brat."
Meanwhile, as the battle between those three went about, Constantine had dashed towards the downed elder Winchester to check up on him.
"Hey! Hey, Dean! Wake up, you bleedin' sod!" John shook Dean violently, but it seemed he was too far gone to wake up in anyway. "You still got a job to do, and if it's any consolation to you, I'd and everyone else here would very much not like to be some pedo-demon wanker's bitch! So! Wake! Up!"
Despite Constantine's best efforts, Dean wasn't opening those eyes anytime soon. John could only sigh. This was what he got for trying to be a hero. He could've just buggered off and let whatever happens happen. He could've just let Angels fall and he go into hiding. He could be at a local bar and partake in home-grown Japanese sake while doing jello shots off a beautiful bird who squeals in the sheets the way most sods loved those Japanese women to squeal.
"...But nooo. I just had to play the fuckin' hero. Bollocks!" John said bitterly.
He looked back towards the brawl going on between Sam and the martial arts girl; it wasn't looking too good for her and him. He quickly turned back to Dean to somehow try to wake him up again...but out of a spring of either luck or misfortune, John's eyes peeked up for a moment, before they completely settled at something that just might be of assistance to him.
"Maybe I don't gotta play the hero for long..." John smirked, "...and neither are you for a bit, Deanie-weenie."
John stood up and ran over Dean towards the one thing that could move things along. He reached under the seat and grabbed his ticket by its handle and ran back to Dean's side.
"Sorry 'bout this, ya poor sod..." John whispered gravely.
He grabbed Dean's right arm and rolled up his sleeve. He then placed the tip of the First Blade onto Dean's forearm. What John was about to do to Dean could very well leave some bad effects on him. He only needed to give Dean a bit of a sample rather then get him drunk off the power. He only hoped to whatever god that was hearing him that Dean Winchester never come in contact with the First Blade ever again after this. The consequences would be catastrophic.
John began to chant in a strange language that has never been heard to the ears of modern or even prehistoric times. They were words that almost seemed inhuman to the naked ear and almost...chilling. They seethed with darkness, of hate, and of pain. They promised suffering and demise for whom was foolish enough to present a hindrance to it's miasma of influence.
Within seconds of finishing the spell, John witnessed in grief towards the creeping creation of a strange black mark appearing on Dean's arm. To others, it looks like an upside down with dual slants in its inner shape. But John knew what it really was.
Luckily what appeared around it was also a round black circle that glowed a harsh red.
"Wake up, Dean." John called, "Time to bear those fangs, eh?"
Meanwhile, the two-on-one dynamic was starting to lean towards Herrman's hand. blow-for-blow, Ku and Sam fought with all the skill they had within them, but with little to no effort on their part as Herrman only traded each attack at ate their punches to deliver his. Every strike, every combat maneuver, even the best moves in their arsenal were dissolved.
as Sam took a second's breath while Ku-Fei fought him off to check on Dean. He saw John sitting over him, wondering what he was doing to his brother. He wished he could go over there, but he was too preoccupied with trying to stay alive against this black dressed force of demonic nature that was giving Ku-Fei the fight of her life. She was struggling to take this man's punches and was starting to lose that fire in her eyes.
Sam knew that was his time to step back in to fight him off next.
He took one last look towards his brother.
"Dean..."
Suddenly, John was taken by surprise by Dean's eyes opened wide. Instead of those glassy green eyes gracing the Earth, the world was unfortunate enough to bare witness to eyes as black as ink.
A deep gasp of air and a harsh cough was what lifted Dean's body from the ground. His head began to ring as his wounds seem to have not even bothered him anymore. The punch to the gut that possibly broke his ribs were miraculously healed.
John watched his arm and saw that strange mark suddenly sink into his skin and almost disappear from his arm. The black in his eyes slowly sunk into the back of his lids to reveal his green eyes once again.
"Gah...! W-What the hell just happened...?" Dean gasped.
John didn't have it in him to tell Dean what he did to him. The mark he placed on Dean was more of a place holder anyway. So long as he doesn't receive the actual mark of Cain, and never get a hold of the First Blade, he should be fine. John figured the chances of them even finding Cain in this day in age was small...right?
His attention was turned towards a loud smack to bare skin and the agonizing gasp of a body that was sent tumbling across the ground. That body was Ku-Fei who was luckily able to regain her footing again, but was forced to stay where she was-looking in horror at the sight she saw.
Dean followed her eyes and felt his heart drop from his chest. There in the black coated man's tight grip was the neck of the only man in his life that he swore to always protect under any cost. Now he watched as the man was now clutching for his life in the hands of Herrman's hand. His feet dangling in the air as he was lifted into the air.
"Sam!"
Without warning, Dean took right to his feet and charged right into the frey of battle.
Dean did not at all question why he had suddenly been able to run as if energy was nothing to him. He only had one sure goal in mind; kick the ass of the one with his brother.
With all his might, Dean ran at Herrman and gave a devastating punch to the elder demon's face. The impact not only knocked his hat off, but forced Herrman's hand to release Sam and allowed him to fall to the ground.
From there, Dean released a fury of punches and low kicks that all were suddenly too quick for even Herrman to barely find openings for. A low kick was able to bring Herrman to his knee, with another kick to the face, and a final kick to the gut had forced Herrman to the ground.
Herrman quickly rolled back to his feet and took to offense against Dean. A big mistake, as Dean blocked all of his strikes, and with his last punch, Dean caught his arm, and whirled the old man to the ground on his back.
From there, Dean held Herrman down and had his hands grasped around his throat tightly. The old man gasped and growled for air, but Dean gave no such mercy to the demon in disguise. Dean could only see red as his hands grew tighter; forcing the very life out of Herrman's strained eyes.
Dean proceeded to lift a fist as his other hand clutched at Herrman's atom apple. His emotions; hate, pain,rage—all of it was released into Herrman's jaw punch by punch. His fist bled of not only his, but the old demon's blood. The ground below shook with each heavy blow to the face Herrman took.
Dean enjoyed every minute of this strange new adrenaline that had overtaken him. Nothing gave him more satisfaction then seeing the bastard in pain. The feeling of his blood splatter across his face was like cool water. he wanted more. He wanted to keep punching until he felt his skull break, and then punch some more. He just punched, and punched, and punched, and punched, and—
"Dean! Dean, stop!"
Who called his name? Was it Sam? Was he okay? He ceased his punches and turned his sight towards his brother who, though hurt badly, looked in horror at what Dean had done. He then turned to the girls who stood in absolute terror at Dean's actions. And then finally, he looked over yonder to Negi and Konoka, who also starred fearfully at what Dean had done.
What had happened? What did he just do all of a sudden? He could barely remember what had just occurred. But there he was, sitting over a downed and bruised Herrman with blood no his knuckle. How did he get to that point all of a sudden?
"W-What...?" Dean stuttered.
"DEAN!-!"
Dean snapped out of it, just in time to stare into his demise as Herrman's gaping mouth charged a blinding light that was aimed at the oldest Winchester.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Dean felt his body violently yanked from the ground and suddenly tumbled across the ground and hitting the back of the first row seats harshly.
By the time he regained his proper state of mind, he could see that same blinding light suddenly shoot into the hair like a pillar of illumination shooting into the very stars above. The force behind it was as breath taking as he bellow of wind that blasted from it's impact.
Within seconds, the light faded and everyone's sight returned. However, what replaced the old man was not his black coat and snarky grin, but instead a towering figure of strange, mystical armor and wide arched demonic wings that spread wide. It's very aura had surrounded him and the feeling of dread had over-shadowed everyone upon his very presence. His face still remained human though his snow white hair grew wilder and his bitter raged eyes became bright and filled with the carnivorous thirst for blood.
"So...this is how far you all have taken me...So be it..." The demonized Herrman growled viciously. "Then I will end this here! So come! FIGHT ME TO YOUR HEARTS CONTENT! FOR IT WILL BE YOUR VERY LAST!-!"