"Come on already." Dean said quietly as he looked around the crossroads impatiently. His little brother Sam was just murdered by another psychic in a sick tournament hosted by the yellow eyed demon. If anyone thought Dean Winchester would just sit on his ass while his little brother was rotting away they were dead wrong. He didn't care what it took to bring back Sammy even if it means giving away his soul and damming himself to hell. "SHOW YOUR FACE YOU BITCH!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Well well well, if it isn't the legendary Dean Winchester. Tell me what can I do for you? Oh and by the way your daddy says hi." A raspy voice spoke.
Dean immediately turned to the source of the voice and saw an old man with a large black trench coat draped over his body. He had a silver cane with a skull as the grip.
Dean was silent for a moment, he couldn't believe he was about to sacrifice his own soul. "I should send you straight back to hell."
The demon smiled sadistically. "Believe me Winchester even if you wanted to, you wouldn't stand a chance against something like me." For a brief second Dean could see his true face and it terrified him to his core, he realized this wasn't your run of the mill crossroads demon, no this was something much much worse then that. For a split second the demons face was pale blue and it had empty black eyes and pair of razor sharp teeth that could give Vamps a run for there money.
Deans eyes widened. "W- what the hell are you?" He said nearly yelling.
"Who I am doesn't matter, I know why you're here. You wanna sell your soul to bring back little Sammy. I can do that, by sunrise tomorrow he'll be as healthy as a horse and have his whole life ahead of him again. It's your choice Dean, all you have to do is sign the contract." He said as he reached into his coat's pocket and pulled out an ancient looking rolled up piece of paper.
Dean raised his eyebrows in confusion, this wasn't how demon deals went down. It usually involves kissing to seal the deal, he's never heard of anyone having to sign anything before. "Contract? Don't we have to... Ya know kiss?" He said as he felt a shiver go down his spine at the thought of kissing the old man.
The old man's grin deepened, and a low, chilling laugh escaped his lips. "Kissing? That's so old-fashioned. I prefer a more formal approach." He said while offering the contract.
Dean sighed feeling a little bit relieved. "Well that's a relief, I really wasn't looking forward to puckering up for some ancient looking old dude." He said while reaching for the contract, he unrolled it and his eyes began to scan over the words when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his finger. He instinctively removed his finger from the paper causing a drop of blood to splatter against it.
The demons smiled widened. "Oh tha- that'll do just fine." He said as his eyes glow bright orange and he vanished along with the contact.
Dean stared at the spot he was once at with confusion. "That was weird as he-" He was cut off mid sentence by the worst migraine of his life before he fell into the gravel road clutching his head in agony. "GRRRRRR! AGHHHAAA! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME!!!" He screamed as loud as he could as the pain became more and more intense. He then opened his eyes and screamed louder when he noticed his skin was beginning to peel and fall off. 'Is this really how I die?' He thought. He then noticed smoke began to emit out of every pore of his body. This was the worst pain he has ever experienced. While this agonizing transformation took place he could have sworn he heard someone laughing like a lunatic in the background.
He then forced himself up and began slowly walking towards the impala, as fire began to emit from of his boots he then reeled his head back and screamed once again. "AGHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" He then began to swing at the air in anger while continuing to scream before he felt himself begin to slip away and his screams were replaced by laughter as the rest of his body was caught on fire and more and more of his skull became exposed.
The Ghost Rider was now awake. He slowly looked up at the impala as he marched towards it then he grabbed the bare metal causing it to severely dent. The impalas paint began to melt off and its usual black was replaced by shiny chrome as it took on a more demonic appearance. Parts of the impala then were engulfed in fire such as the wheels, the grill, and finally the exhaust. Some parts of the car that were sentimental to Dean like the army men jammed in the ash tray were covered in a blue flame that refused to destroy or melt anything of value to Dean.
The Rider entered his demonic baby and revved up its engine while laughing hysterically, causing flames to shoot from the exhaust before he drove off at a speed no other car could reach.
In some random alley way, in some random town a brown haired caucasian woman who looked to be in her thirty's was cowering against a wall in fear as five people wearing all leather approached her.
"Oh I can't wait to taste you baby." The first vampire who was a caucasian bald male with green eyes said with a smirk. The three other males agreed causing the women to start crying and praying to god to save her.
"Aww, nobody's gonna save you sweetheart." The second Vampire teased. She appeared to be young and was caucasian with blond hair and blue eyes.
"p-please just- just let me go please! I have a son I'm all he has!" She pleaded.
All the vampires began to laugh. "Looks like someone's about to become an orphan then." Spoke the third member who was a black haired, brown eyed caucasian woman.
"Hahah, oh Chrissy you're mean." The fourth member spoke who was an African American male with short brown hair and brown eyes.
"That's why I love her." Spoke the fifth member who was the leader. He was white and had a short brown beard and curly brown hair.
Before they could attack, a blinding orange light pierced the darkness of the alley. "What the fuck is that light?" one of them spat out in anger, squinting as they turned toward the source—a flaming car parked on the road. The vampires fell silent, their curiosity mingled with a growing sense of dread. The driver's door swung open, revealing a fiery skeleton clad in a thin blue jacket over a red and white flannel shirt, atop a gray tee and basic jeans paired with boots. Emitting a guttural growl, he spoke with a voice that resonated like a demonic echo. "You're all going to purgatory! Your souls are stained with the blood of the innocent, and I will make you feel their pain." With that, he strode menacingly towards the vampires, who had completely forgotten about their intended prey who was also staring at the light.
"B-b-boss... what is that thing?" One of them stuttered.
"I- I never seen anything like it before, I don't know." The oldest one said.
"Tch, I'm not scared of this thing! I haven't eaten in so long I'm not letting this fucker take away our meal." One of the males spoke before approaching the Rider with his fist reeled back. He swung at its jaw but his blow seemed to only piss it off. "You're gonna pay for that." The rider said before grabbing the vampire by the neck and hoisting him off the ground.
"CLIVE NO! PLEASE HAVE MERCY DON'T HURT HIM I BEG YOU." The female blond screamed in horror, upon seeing her mate at the Riders mercy.
The rider chuckled before facing her. "Aww, it's sad when it's someone you care about isn't it? Well I'm sorry but I'm all out of mercy." He then faced his victim before squeezing his neck causing his head to explode in a ball of fire. He then throw his lifeless corpse towards the girl.
The blond felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces and she fell to the ground beside her mate, crying her eyes out. "C- Clive, no, no, no." She then nuzzled her face into his chest and continued sobbing.
The Rider thought her tears were delicious, he loved them. He then looked towards the innocent woman and spoke while pointing at her. "You, innocent. Leave." She hastily nodded her head before quickly walking past him. "T-thank you." She said before running off.
After the Rider dealt them and the rest of the hive he sent his sights upon another town whom a werewolf has been terrorizing. The beast was currently walking on all fours sniffing for its next victim, then he heard a loud engine approaching and he looked down the road before a flaming impala crashed into it causing it to explode into millions of pieces. Hell fire seemed to be just as effective as silver.
"Should have looked both ways before crossing." The Rider thought before cackling madly.
If the supernatural had a boogeyman, someone that they check for in the closets and under their bed it would be Dean Winchester, The Ghost Rider.
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