The song here is "Itchy Blood" by The Darcys

Itchy Blood

It had been roughly seven years, although he wasn't really counting. How old was he now? Anywhere from seventeen to nineteen, maybe? That wasn't really the point. He had disappeared and remained hidden from the world. He was the most dangerous thing to walk the Earth when Lucifer was on the verge of being let out of his cage. He didn't even know what he was until two brothers, the Winchesters, informed him.

He was a Cambion. With just a word, he was able to do things. But once Lucifer was stuffed back into his cage, his powers diminished. All he could do were party tricks. He knew Lucifer wasn't free because his powers didn't increase.

And, on top of that, it was believed that both angels and demons would want him dead, but none had come to look for him. Maybe it was safe for him to walk the Earth again. His powers were minimal anyway; he'd be no threat to anyone, unless the angels and demons still thought Lucifer could be set free.

He walked out of his safe house that was far in the deepest forests of the mountains in Russia and stood in the sunlight that streamed through the thick leaves on those countless branches. The air was clean and there was a beautiful breeze. In the distance, there was the song of birds and it was peaceful.

And yet, it wasn't enough to please him completely. Since he last saw the Winchesters, he repeated their words in his mind. They spoke of good choices. They didn't want to kill him because they saw the good in him, what he could be versus where he came from. For years, he believed them. There was goodness in him and he could live a good life, but over the years, another side to him reminded him why they found him, what he could have had if Lucifer was free.

He remembered the things he was capable of doing back when he was a kid and he compared them to the things he could do now. It was day and night. His powers were pathetic and the darker side of him seemed to be mocking him, telling him he could have powers beyond measure. Was it his dark side or his teenage ego? Probably both working together.

He walked down a trail and when he got at the end, there was an abandoned shed where he stored his old car that he had found and fixed up with his powers a little here and there. He started the engine, several times like usual. Eventually, it roared and he drove it out, onto another trail that brought him to a road that wasn't any better than the trail.

After nearly draining his car of gas, he arrived at the little town where he got his supplies, mostly by stealing. He didn't need powers to be good at it. All those years of practice made him that good.

He went to one store to steal once more and left before anyone suspected him. Then he placed it all in his car and left it behind, walking down the sidewalk. There was a place he had come to know. Some people would gather there to meet under the guise of a religious group and talk about summoning demons. Of course, no one actually had an idea on how to do that, but they were the opposite of religious, and they were a bad influence on his dark side. He felt like telling them that what they knew wasn't even close to the truth. He felt like bringing them closer to what they wanted.

Yeah, real bad influence, but still, he couldn't help himself. They wanted to contact Hell? Did they hope to find Lucifer? If he helped them, would he get a chance at increasing his powers? Did he want that?

He was about to walk in, but hesitated as he considered his purpose of walking in.

Did he want to set Lucifer free so he could be once again the powerful and fearsome Cambion that he was years ago?

He opened the door and the same people were there, preaching about how God let them down. These people sort of began like an addiction. They even seemed to welcome him to their meetings, as if they knew he was a Cambion. Of course, they had no idea.

But, as he walked in, something was different. There was a new face and he was listening to them. He wouldn't have noticed, if it wasn't for this feeling nagging him. This wasn't human. At that moment, that newcomer turned and glanced directly at him and then his lips broadened into a smirk. He blinked and his eyes were black, then he blinked them back to normal.

A demon.

When the demon just turned back to the group of devil worshippers, if that's what they really were, he took the chair next to that demon and glanced at him. He could feel his essence and it sort of made his own dark side stir like it wanted to come out to play.

"You know who I am?" he asked and the demon grinned and continued to look at the human that was speaking about how they all found themselves looking for something that would turn to them and listen. Did they think that was Lucifer? Pretty hard to do that from inside a cage deep under the Earth…

"Jesse Turner, the Cambion kid." The demon said and his smile turned dark as he glanced over at him. "So much for having disappeared." He added. "So, how have you been?" he asked and Jesse wasn't sure if that was sarcastic or sincere.

"I've been better." Jesse replied and the demon smirked. He wasn't just speaking about his powers, because he was sure that's what the demon wanted to talk about, but the fact that he once had parents and a good home where he didn't have to steal and hide in the forests to survive. Because he was half human and half demon, hunters and angels discovered him and he wasn't safe back home. Indeed he has been better.

"You were the most terrifying thing that existed." The demon said and there was something in his eyes, something that Jesse wasn't certain should be interesting or horrifying.

"And now I'm nothing?" Jesse asked the demon who just grinned.

"You don't have to be." He said and Jesse remained silent for a few seconds, thinking back to what he wanted. Did he want to be powerful again? "Do you know that a demon claimed the throne after Lucifer was put into the cage?" the demon asked and Jesse shook his head. "He's just another demon, no better than me." he added.

"And he's ruling Hell?" Jesse asked.

"So much has happened kid," the demon said and his smile turned so wicked that part of Jesse wanted to run, but the other side wanted to listen. "We'll leave these losers and talk about it." he added and Jesse followed him out without even giving it a second thought.