Chapter 1: Of demons and angels

POV: Dean Winchester

A dark corner. Perfect. A man and a woman where making out in the corner. He was waiting. Apparently, according to Cas, a demon of unknown power should be right around here. However I saw nothing. Sam and I where still in a quarrel. He blamed me, I blamed him. I didn't want to fight, as it hurt me, but he wouldn't believe me if I told him. He was my brother...

But enough of that. I had a job to do.

I continued watching the empty street. Until I noticed the couple was no longer there. Then I heard a scream coming from the alley. I drew my pistol and ran, only to see the man, with golden eyes, break the woman's neck and throw her against a wall. He spat on the ground, and turned to me, laughing.

"A Winchester. You were not the one I wanted to see."

I had a sinking feeling. This seemed like Azazel, but something didn't feel right. Azazel had not been around for years. How was he suddenly back?

The demons laugh stopped. He snorted, looking insulted.

"Azazel? Pah. I am not Azazel. That pitiful excuse of a General is much below my caliber. My name is Beezelbub."

I raised my gun, feeling a little more confident now. The bullets of the gun where carved with devil traps, an easy win for me. This Beezelbub would be easy. I decided to distract him. Pacing, I smiled.

"Right, ugly. Look, Beezelbub..." I found myself chuckling.

Beezelbub's eyes narrowed.

"I'm sorry... But seriously? Beezelbub? It sounds like you're an overweight diabetic."

I hoped my taunt would edge him to attack, but nope. He too started to laugh.

"Ah, human humor. That was actually good. If you thought you could bait me, Winchester, you're wrong. Oh, and the devil traps? They won't work. I am a whole other breed, bub."

I felt a force push me against a wall. It pinned me, cutting off my breath. I stayed there for what seemed like an age, my breath slowly slowing to a stop, my lungs burning as though I had been breathing in lava. Until finally, the sound of a rather larger gun above me. The force stopped, and I fell to the ground gasping for breath. I looked up to see a man, in a red trench coat, wielding two pistols. He also had... White... Hair? Okay. He spun, bowed to me, and smiled. I swear the smile glinted like in commercials, but I only assumed I saw it due to lack of oxygen.

"Dante Sparda, at your service."

He spun back to the demon, putting his pistols away. Beezelbub snarled.

"What a self entitled prick. It's a pity my brother didn't kill you."

"I'm sorry. Which one? There are so many I can barely count."

Beezelbub smiled "To be honest, I forgot his name too. Never really cared. Shall we get down to business, then?"

"Yup."

Dante shot, the bullet tearing through the Demon's head. The person fell, dead, and no smoke came out of the demon.

He blew the smoke off the gun.

"Way too easy. Demons around here are BORING." He turned, noticing me. Giving me a hand, I rose, craving a beer.

"Did you just blow the head off a demon?"

He smiled again, twirling the black gun on his finger. "Damn right." He kissed the gun, and holstered it.

"Ebony and Ivory. Finest guns ever made."

"They can kill demons?" At this point we where walking towards the Impala.

"Yeah, man."

He leaned on the car. He fucking leaned on the car. Goddamnit.

"Uhm, could you not lean on the car please?"

He looked over at the Impala, and nearly fell off. He walked around it, observing with a criticizing eye.

"Your ride?"

I nodded.

"Nice. Very classic. Has that ACDC vibe."

"Thank you! Finally someone with an interesting taste of music. I tell ya. My brother is BORING AS HELL when it comes to music. You're a hunter, I take it."

Dante finally stopped. He looked at me with interest.

"Hunter? As in demon hunter? Yup. That's me. I am actually following a rather powerful demon. You doing the same?"

And then, just as I was about to deliver my punch line, incoming Cas. Popping in beside me, and giving me a heart attack.

Dante too looked absolutely confused.

"Uhm. Why is there a guy in a trench coat here? And where the hell did you come from?"

"No time. Dean. I found the ark of the covenant."

Dante drew his gun, slowly.

"What the hell are you?"

Cas turned to Dante, finally noticing him, and immediately drew his angel blade. He attempted to stab Dante, to which he dodged, resting Ebony on Cas' nose.

"Dean. He's part demon."

I took Cas' arm and guided it down to his side.

"It's okay Cas. He's a friend. I was looking for him. He's hunting a demon..."

Dante raised one arm, waving it as those he was in preschool. I turned, utterly annoyed.

"What?!"

Dante nodded toward Cas again.

"Could someone explain the glowing man trying to stab me now? Or what? And for the record, I'm part angel too."

I was at a loss. He was half angel and half demon. What do you call that? Demangel? Angemon? Confusing. Cas looked increasingly disgusted.

"There is no such thing!"

Dante now seemed to show an iota of anger. "Just because I don't have a halo doesn't mean I'm not good, you damn fool!"

Cas turned to me, looking angry. Very angry.

"Dean. He has to die. He isn't natural. An angel and a demon together is a mix so powerful..."

"...that I could march into hell and defeat Lucifer himself? Yeah. But he isn't the problem right now." Dante crossed his arms, finally removing the gun. Castiel still wanted to kill him, but didn't strike. If what Dante said was true, he was powerful. Very powerful. Like, Demi god grade, walking nuclear warhead powerful. And last time I had dealt with that things had not ended well.

Castiel walked closer to Dante, looking directly into his eyes. "Do you know what I am, Nephalem?"

Dante retorted by walking over, nose to nose with Cas. He was much taller, and clearly much angrier.

"I am the Angel. Castiel..."

"Of the heavenly host, blah blah blah. Please, save the lecture. I know you're an angel. I know that you failed to push back demons once. My father did that for your little heavenly host, and in return you slew my mother. Is that how it went?"

Castiel had grown silent. Dante's cool personality had snapped. I could almost feel the anger, saturated over years of holding it inside.

"Sparda! I am the SON OF SPARDA! And if you don't help me, a rival Lucifer wannabe named Mundus is going to turn this world into a land of frost and death. So, angel boy, be thankful I'm against the demons, instead of against Heaven!"

Cas' eyes where slits. "You wouldn't even get close to the gates!"

And ebony was once again pointed at Cas.

"Question me again. Do it, and I swear I will blow your head off."

This was getting out of hand. I couldn't have these two fighting. Not with this new threat around.

"ENOUGH!"

Both Cas and Dante turned to me. Everyone on the street had stopped moving.

"Cas. Dante is the only one who knows where Mundus is. And Dante, I know firsthand Angels can be dicks. But Cas has sacrificed his life for me more than once. And as much of a flying dick he can be, he is a friend. We need to find to find Mundus."

"Dean. That was what I was trying to tell you. This Mundus is trying to get the Ark Of the Covenant. One of the few objects that grants you direct contact with god. If a demon could siphon power out of that..."

Dante swore loudly. "If any demon could siphon power, it would be him. Damn it."

"We need to go. Now."