A/N I hope this chapter is up to expectations...it's a bit shorter, but it was a good place to leave off. Angst and pain to follow in the next installment...
The man was not a tall man, but he was solid, stocky even, the sleeves of his shirt strained under the stress of covering the large biceps. His head was devoid of all hair, shining in the street lamps as he strode towards the dingy motel.
He was flanked by two taller, but not as heavily muscled dark skinned men, and they strode in perfect time with the shorter man, keeping abreast as they approached the door.
Stopping abruptly, the man noticed the symbols on the window and the eves, and stood back while his companions tried the door. Both entered with no problem, so he also entered.
He could smell cigarette smoke as soon as he entered, so he waved his hand and the lights came on, and there, curled up on the small kitchen counter, was the woman he had been seeking for four years.
She was wearing jeans and a white t, cowboy boots, hair a mass of dreadlocks, and she was smoking a cigarette, coffee cup in her hands, and on the floor below her feet, trussed up like a prized pig was his demon lieutenant.
Before he could react in any way there was a rush behind him, and the demon to his right collapsed with a knife in his back, the one on his left turned to react but the same knife quickly plunged into his chest, also taking him down. The hunter that had so quickly dispatched them stepped back a pace, knife raised, long hair tossed out of his eyes, ready for combat.
He was insignificant, with a wave of the man's hand the hunter smashed into the flimsy motel wall, breaking the plaster, hunter's face twisted in pain.
"Hey, douche bag" called a voice in front of him, and there, another hunter, this one splashed him with holy water, to no affect. This hunter was also insignificant, so he slapped him into the other wall, the force so hard the wall nearly collapsed into the neighboring room.
He saw blood trickle from this hunter's mouth, and eyes roll back in his head. The man smiled, his eyes glowing a deep red, his lips pulled back over ugly uneven teeth.
"Dean" the other hunter gasped, and the man flicked his finger, silencing the tall hunter pinned to the wall. He turned his attention once again to his prey, and saw that she had placed the coffee cup down, but was still seated on the counter, dragging on her cigarette like nothing was happening.
The man turned to her, still smiling, he could not believe his luck. All that time, and here she was, just sitting here.
"Aah, my White Angel. So good to see you again, after these many centuries" he purred. Angie just dropped from the counter, her head tilted at him, he large eyes blinking slowly.
"I knew your love of animals would be your downfall. A mighty immortal like you, and you won't hurt God's lowliest creatures. It would be laughable, if it hadn't worked so well to my advantage!" He barked out a short laugh anyway.
Angie just looked at him, not responding.
"You know my dear, I think you look thin. And all this silver, it's not doing you any good, is it, my child?" He paused, looked around the room. "Do these measly humans know what kind of creature they house here? Do they know the power contained in one little girl's body? Do they even realize where you are from?"
He snapped his fingers, and Deans eyes snapped open. "Pay attention, boy, there's plenty to learn here"
Dean groaned, his eyes barely focused. Sam breathed heavily, distress clear in his huffs, but unable to move or talk.
"You see boy" continued the demon "This little girlie is actually a great monster, capable of ruling all the realms of Heaven and Hell combined. She wears these silver adornments inside and outside her body to control the beast within, make her look like a real person." He smiled again. 'But we know better, don't we, my Angel girl?'
Angie just finished her cigarette, and threw the butt in the sink. "She is not from here; that much I know. She was bred, you see, to be a destroyed of worlds, a great warrior that all foes would tremble before. They used many an evil creature, and some not so evil, twisted the bodies, ripped the souls, and sculpted the perfect weapon. Only you were not so perfect, were you, my dear?"
Angie just leaned back against the wall, tilted her head the other way, and lit another cigarette. "You see, they put a human in the mix, thinking they would make her easier to control. Trouble with humans, you see, is that they have that pesky little thing called free will. Our Angel of White here became self aware, and decided she didn't want to kill anyone any more. They twisted and tortured her, but to no avail. One day, poof, she was gone.
"She found her way here, where she became the protector of small children and animals. They even named her a saint, many centuries ago, although your church would be horrified to find what sort of creature they thought was saintly! She has to fill her body full of silver to stop it turning into the monster that she is, and that causes her constant pain.
"She can only control this pain with cigarettes and alcohol. I find that amusing...but I digress. Her blood is poison to almost any creature, and she cannot eat meat for the cravings it produces within her. I think, though, she just doesn't like to eat the little creatures she protects. So noble! She walks alone every day, as no one can love a creature such as she.
"Such sacrifices, just to mingle with the dirty meat bags! Only once have I seen her in her true form, and she was truly terrible to behold. But to keep hidden, to keep her pretty human face, she has to control her powers, and resist any temptation to use them."
He noticed Helen, her bonds only a show to fool him, free and creeping along the shadows to try and reach the hunter's knife. He shook his head. "Ah, my loyal lieutenant; seems this little minx has corrupted you, too. Such a shame, you were one of my best!" he clapped his hands together, and Helen dissolved into a pile of ash.
"Still, there are many more where he came from. Now, my dear, where were we? Ah, yes, I was telling your dying little maggot here all about you" he gestured towards Dean, whose eyes had become glassy, and his front wet with blood spilling from his nose and mouth. "Seems he is nearly expired. No matter. At least not to me!" and he laughed that annoying bark again.
"So, I have finally found you. I can offer you a life of painless glory, my dear, no more inconsequential meat bags to bother you, trying to hunt and slay you, no angels to try and smite you. Join us, and become a great ruler of Hell, Lucifer's right hand!" he stopped, and wiped at his eye, a smear of blood surprising him. It was quickly followed by the other eye, and blood started to spill out of his ears and nose. He opened his palm to Angie, confusion written clearly on his face. She just tipped her head up, looked at the ceiling, where a very intricate devil's trapped was scrawled in blood. He followed her gaze, and shook his head as what he saw.
"Really? You hope to contain me? I am a prince of Hell!" He turned towards the bathroom door, and a flick of his wrist flung the door open, revealing Bobby and Cas, in the middle of an exorcism ritual. "Tsk tsk" he waggled a finger at them, then flicked his hand, sending the flying out the back wall, an explosion of plaster and dust, the two bodies flung far into the car park.
"You were the distraction while the monkeys tried to exorcize me? Girl girl girl….I was sure you would join us voluntarily, once you realized there was no alternative. I see now I was wrong. You will join us, and these filthy maggots trying to help you can burn alongside your human form!" he clapped his hands and the floor collapsed, the walls collapsing in after it, and they all plunged into darkness.
A/N I'll try to get the next chapter up quickly, as well...see how we go!