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Disclaimer: Some of the dialogue in the following chapter comes directly from Season 10 episode 2, and in now way to I own it or Supernatural's characters.
Ha.
This is great, Dean was thinking.
This guy called him Dean-o - and that put a wide smile on Dean's face. It reminded him a certain someone was still out there, also trying to kill him, get revenge or whatever to their little heart's desire.
He felt so popular - cool enough to suddenly have so many groupies, so many people to make his life so wonderfully violent and interesting.
This was the good life, alright.
"You're good," the guy who had Dean on the other end of the pistol was rambling on, "Oh, you're real good. But, you see, I'm better."
This guy's a crack-up!
Dean admired his persistence, but was getting a bit bored by the routine. He needed to spice it up some - there was no risk, no danger that Dean could be facing in hand to hand combat against this guy. Dean was gonna win the throw-down and he knew it. This was tinkering around, and it was only mildly entertaining how pathetic this jarhead was while he kept getting slammed down.
Speaking while making a round, he noticed Sammy had up and left his laying position next to the door, and smiled, hoping this was about to get more interesting.
"What did you think was gonna happen, huh? You just stroll up here and say "my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die," And I'd just roll over? Well, that's just - it makes me sad."
A spate of quick moves and Dean's face was temporarily slashed, and Dean was holding the offending knifed arm out and ringing his fingers around Inigo's neck, staring him in the face.
"You have no idea what you walked into here, do you? None."
"What are you?"
"I'm a demon."
"You said if you saw me, you would kill me, so do it!"
"Nahh, that's just so," he released the guy, letting him slide down against the car door and stepped away, "predictable don't you think? Too bland."
Dean heard his brother run up from behind, and grinned wide in excitement.
"Oh, but here comes Sammy boy with some zest!"
He turned to the new challenge - Sam squeezed the bottle in hand, and out came the purified water.
Damn predictable, fucking hunters.
While the water sprinkled the demon, some sizzles rose, an pain pricked the skin, but Dean only grimaced and moved out of the stream.
"C'mon, man!"
His bro's face lengthened and his eyes grew, if possible, bigger, and the stream slowed.
"This is the Mark of Cain, you're dealing with! Sure, there's some heat, but, you've got no fire, buddy."
Dean moved to punch -
Sam dodged and reached out to grab his brother's wrist with his good arm -
Dean snaps back with a powerful kick-
Sam staggers, cuffs clinking, dangling from his clipped arm.
"Ah, there it is! There's your spice." Dean enthused.
Standing off, Sam's adams apple helps down a hunk of nervous spit, his nose wrinkles up and his knees bend, in preparation. His eyes only flash behind Dean once, but the demon doesn't miss it.
Inigo is up, and the two coordinated in the split-second glance.
"This is more like it."
Dean jerks his head to the side, throwing a quick elbow to the guy's face, then steps out from Sammy's rush to slap a cuff on his wrist.
The two hunters meet in the middle, with Dean at the head of the narrow triangle, licking his lips in anticipation. His eyes beam at them both while his hands raise up, fingers giving the universal, 'come get me'.
Inigo goes first, powerfully swinging his arms right, then left - Dean narrowly avoids them, ducks and swipes a low fist at his side.
Sam steps in with a long-legged kick - which Dean leaps backward from and grabs his clipped wing and rips it out of the sling.
Moose bawls his pain to the air as his brother wrenches it straight behind his back; one hand pressing on the separation of the dislocated shoulder while the other twisted the wrist up.
Inigo is back in it, fists up and facing Sam shielding the demon.
Dean forces the cuffs from Sam's stiff fingers, feeling the middle break backward under the pressure of refusing to let go of the cursed metal.
"Arguah! Dean - no, no - please - don't do this-" Dean pressed and twisted harder, "AHH!"
"Ahh, shut it, Sammy, no one wants to hear it," He looks beyond his tall sibling's shoulder to his second opponent, "Am I right? How the hell did we not put a bullet in this pouty little mouth before, huh Inigo?"
"Cole."
"What?" Dean spat as he snapped the cuff around Sam's wrist, leaving the other open, ready and out of sight.
"My name. You evil son of a bitch."
"Hey now," Dean tilts his head playfully, "that's my bit."
Cole moves quick to roundhouse Dean behind Sam -
Dean releases his two hold on his brother, whipping him around by the chain cutting into his wrist.
Cole's kick is counteracted by Dean's heel.
The demon grabs the jarhead's forearm -
The other rears back to punch -
Dean takes one - two hits across the face while tightening the metal around Cole's thick wrist.
He smiles as the red spurts over his lips and the injury heals before more blood flows over.
Dean steps away as both Sam and Cole take their swings over their chained wrists - which he easily avoids as they awkwardly stumble from their tangle of awkwardly connected movement.
The demon laughs loudly.
"Alright chuckleheads."
Gripping both the back of their heads, Dean forces their foreheads together, a resounding crack producing a matching pair of crimson cuts there.
Dean kicks one back, then punches the other and they stagger together, backs hitting the car that Cole had crunched over before, joined at the wrists.
Sam needed an extra punch to keep down, but Cole's eyes were already fluttering.
"This was fun, Sammy, real good times. But this off and on thing's just not doing it for me anymore you know? Time to make it official." He pinches his brother's cheek, bending down to their level, and glancing at the passed out jarhead, "Think about it Sammy, this could be the guy you've always dreamed of, don't treat him like a re-bound alright? You'll be literally stuck together for a while, so - make it last."
Sam rears his unchained wrist to punch his brother - but Dean catches it and crushes his knuckles.
Again, Sam's throat is letting loose, and tears of pain gather.
"I know, I know it hurts, but don't be such a bitch."
Sam's teeth grit as the hot tears fall over and the anger sets in, "You fucking jerk."
Dean only smiles, reaching into Sam's pocket and pulls out the keys to the cuffs, stands and chucks them - they fly into the air and are lost.
"I'd hate to leave you with nothing, though."
Turning with a crooked grin and black eyes, the demon faces the hunter, pulling out a different set of keys, and puts them into Sam's pocket and stands.
"The Impala?" Sam's strained voice was incredulous, "The Impala?"
Dean only shrugs.
"It's just a car, Sam."
"Wow," A left over tear rakes over his dry face, "You really have gone dark."
"You have no idea."
Sam shakes his head defiantly against the green plastic car door, "You know what, Dean? You could've killed him, killed Jo…killed me; you didn't, you won't. You know why? It's mercy. You're right, you're still you, just let me help you."
Dean scoffs, "Mercy? Imagine you spend your whole life hunting down the guy that knifed your father. When you finally find him - he whips you like a dog. How do you think that feels? That kid's gonna spend his whole life knowing that he had his shot and that he couldn't beat me. And Jo, she thought she was getting to the guy she loved, turns out he's just anther monster like the one that ripped open her Daddy, and whats worse - she's forced to become the very thing she hates to survive, to push her to…"
Dean licks his own blood dripping from his lips, and winks a black eye, "drink deep."
Sam's eyes get wider, the shock clear within them, "No. No, she wouldn't -"
"She didn't have a choice, like your new buddy here. That ain't mercy. That's the worst thing I could have done to them. And you - coming this close to 'saving' me, your brother. From this, like we always, somehow have saved each other - and then not being able to? You can't get me out of this, and you can't stop me. You'll have to hunt me down, Sammy - and you know that. And what that's gonna do to you, Sammy... well, it ain't gonna be mercy, either. Try misery."
"Dean - DEAN!"
"It's only just started to get fun Sam," he turns away from the hunter, "I'll be seeing you and your new buddy around."
As the demon struts away, the hunter's shouts fade into the distance, and his eyes fall on a slick set of wheels, and he smiles ruefully.
"Always wanted a Caddie."