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randaccidents · 5 years

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Fractured (part one)

So I have fallen into another fandom! @mine-sara-sp‘s shadow people au is just so good though!

A while ago she posted a fic of a vexed Paladin and it got me thinking. This is where that thinking went.

TW: Blood, fighting, panic attacks (somewhat), manipulation

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Epilogue

The morning sun had just risen over the horizon and everything was quiet for once on Hermitcraft. With the recent glow ups in New Hermitville – literally, there was glowstone everywhere now – not even the sound of zombies could be heard, allowing all hermits who thought to find the comfort of their beds to have a peaceful awakening.

At least, for most of the sleeping hermits on the server, this was the case. For Wels, not so much.

The buzzing of his communicator woke Wels from his peaceful sleep. Groaning, Wels rolled over in his bed and blearily groped for the infernal device. Rubbing his eyes, Wels’ eyes flicked over the main chat to the two personal message chats that were blowing up his communicator.

Personal message from GoodTimesWithScar

[Scar] Wels vex alert!

[Scar] bnghyt67sdzfgtyuopgtfjgkadsfxgchvjbknlm;,;lkjhaghjkl;’

[Scar] sorry Keloid licked my communicator

[Scar] where are you Keloid wants you

[Scar] I think Paladin died again

[Scar] youre sleeping arent you?

[Scar] please wake up

[Scar]Keloid is gonna melt me in lava please wake up

[Scar] wake up

[Scar] pls this jrt is hgh they took my elytea

[Scar] wake up

Personal message from Cubfan135

[Cub] Wels vex alert!

[Cub] Avarice is looking for you

[Cub] ohno your asleep arent you

[Cub] Wels wake up

[Cub] Avarice is destroying my villager center

[Cub] Wels

[Cub] Wels my poor villagers

[Cub] How are you still asleep?

[Cub] If I know Scar, and I know Scar, he is spamming you right now

[Cub] Wels please if not for me then do it for the villagers

[Cub] … Wels I know youre awake answer me where are you

There goes his opportunity to pretend to be asleep. Grumbling, Wels rolled out of bed and began preparing for his day. He wasn't in the mood for anything in particular at the moment. If anything, he wanted to go back to sleep. Grabbing his tool set and weapons, Wels headed for the door. Yawning, he almost forgot to put on his armour before he left his mansion.

Shuddering at the memory of his last round trip flight, he quickly doubled back to grab the most important piece; the helmet. Looking at the rest of his armour set, he shrugged. Where he was going, and especially who he was going to meet, he wouldn't need any armour. Shrugging on his elytra, Wels jumped from the highest window in his mansion, gliding lazily towards the portal tower.

As he flew, Wels opened his communicator and idly flipped through the general chat, trying to pinpoint what needed to face his wrath for waking him up so early (the zombies weren't even burning yet!)

Hermitgang

*Welsknight's shadow fell from a high place

[Zedaph] its vex time boys

[BDubs] CUB SCAR YOU GOT INCOMING

[BDubs] AND TELL THEM TO STOP FLYING OVER NEW NEW HERMITVILLE

[Iskall] I dont think they heard you

[Impulse] I think their working on Concorp things right now

[Grian] Keloid and Avarice just flew past at mach speed and knocked me out of the sky like some kinda vex aeroplane what did I miss

[Iskall] read up

[Grian] oh

[Grian] well their heading the wrong direction we can still warn them

[Impulse] there is no way this chat hasnt warned them yet

[Zedaph] is that Keloid holding Scar up there on the jet?

[Impulse] ...I stand corrected

[BDubs] GET WELS

[Grian] isnt today his sleep day

[Impulse] what

[Impulse ] aw man he sleeps like a rock!

[Tango] you know what this means?

[BDubs] NO TIME FOR THAT INITIATE OPERATION WAKE WELS

[BDubs] WAKE UP WELS

[Iskall] how do you want to do that man hes unshakable

[Zedaph] ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[Zedaph] WAKE UP WELS

[Tango] ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ WAKE UP WELS

[Impulse] ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ WAKE UP WELS

[Mumbo] Guys stop I cant afk in peace like this

[Tango] WAKE UP WELS

[Grian] Mumbo? Woken from afk? Impossible

[Zedaph] WAKE UP WELS

[Iskall] and here is proof that Wels cannot be woken

[BDubs] DOESNT MEAN WE CANT TRY

[BDubs] WAKE UP WELS

[Iskall] yo bdubs you alright? been using a lot of caps there

[Tango] WAKE UP WELS

[BDubs] I DRANK 5 MONSTER ENERGY AND 7 COFFEE IM GREAT

[Keralis] hes not alright

[Keralis] send help

[Impulse] WAKE UP WELS

[Doc] Alright Im headed over right now dont you run from me

[Zedaph] WAKE UP WELS

[BDubs] NO IM FINE YOU WONT FIND ME ANYWAY

[Keralis] hurry I cant hold him forever

[Tango] WAKE UP WELS

[Doc] I know where everyone is on this server

[Bdubs] CRAP HOW IS HE ALREADY HERE

[Keralis] WE HAVE A RUNNER FOLKS

[Zedaph] WAKE UP WELS

[Mumbo] How did you find my witch farm?

[Mumbo] How did you even get here???

[Cub] Wels I swear I know you're awake answer me where are you

[Impulse] WAKE UP oh

[Grian] ooo busted

[Impulse] I cant believe that did it

[Grian] my work here is done

[BDubs] YOULL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE HAHAHAHA

[Tango] but you didnt do anything?

[Grian] exactly

[Cub] Wels hurry up Avarice saw the chat it is this close to smashing me

[Zedaph] did I just see grian flip his elytra like a cape while flying and not die

[Doc] GOT HIM

[Mumbo] Please get out of here

[Scar] please

Any other day he would feel guilty for leaving the Concorp with their shadows. But today he was tired and feeling a tad bit petty. Landing before the portal, he shot a quick message into the chat.

[Wels] Tell them to meet me in the sand mesa temple. They know which

Not bothering to wait for a reply, Wels set his communicator on silent and strode into the portal, heading towards the 'meeting place'. Preoccupied as he was, Wels never saw the stray shadow on the floor that detached itself to follow after him.

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Closing the door of the shadow temple, Wels began preparations to resummon Paladin. Reaching into the chest he had left, he pulled out an armour stand and climbed the podium, humming a sea shanty as he went. Placing the armour stand on the podium, he stepped back to make sure Paladin wasn't summoned quite that fast. He was not in the mood to deal with his ego today. Suddenly, he heard the door open and close behind him. That was fast. “Wait just a bit I’ll have your Shiny for you,” he yelled over his shoulder. Stepping forward, he prepared to summon Paladin and-

Wait. Keloid and Avarice don’t just, open and close doors. They smash them. The person behind him was not Keloid or Avarice. He turned-

and something slid across his throat, cutting off his breath.

Choking, Wels stumbled back, falling onto the stairs. Hands scrabbling at his throat, trying to close the wound, to breathe. Tilting his head to the side, he found an angle that let him breathe shallowly.

“Well, that wasn't what I intended, but it works great for my frustrations.”

Gasping, he looked up and met his bright blue eyed ambusher, idly tracing shapes in the air with its sword. Wels knew this shadow. He was so dead. Shakily, he drew his sword from his tool belt. His ambusher looked down at him through his visor and grinned, stalking forward.

“You think you can fight me as you are now? You make me laugh.” A snarl, and Apex was upon him, sword screeching against his own. Wels found himself struggling to push Apex away, to breathe, breath stolen in the face of a predator. “Good thing I need a laugh right now.”

Apex made a quick movement with its hand, sending Wels’ sword skittering up the stairs onto the podium. Wels barely managed to bring his arms up to block the next sword strike, wheezing in pain as it skittered off something hard. Pain ignored in the adrenaline, in the need to stay alive, Wels scrabbled backwards up the steps, forgetting his injuries, forgetting to breathe, anything to grab the precious sword that would give him a chance. Apex was advancing on him, he can't breathe, where is his sword?

His hand reached back, and he grabbed hold of something made of sticks.

His shadow bubbled, rising out of the floor to become 3D. Yellow eyes flickered open.

*Welsknight’s shadow has been summoned

Paladin stretched lazily, unaware of their surroundings. “Wels hey so about that death I...”

Apex stood before them, Wels on the floor at their feet. This was not normal. “What are you doing Apex?”

The shadow grinned at them lazily, sword in a resting position at their hip. “Why, just releasing some pent up frustrations on unsuspecting players. This doesn't concern you at all. Go back to those creatures you call shadows.”

They almost did. They didn't want to keep Keloid and Avarice waiting too long. But then they made the mistake of looking down.

Wels looked horrible. Paladin could see open wounds on his neck and arms, fresh from the fight. Wels’ breathing was shallow, but his eyes were hyper aware, shuddering between Apex and Paladin.

He looked cornered. Paladin took a step towards him, something tugging at the back of their mind. What was this emotion?

Apex snarled at them threateningly. “Are you challenging me little blacksmith? You’re nothing without your guard dogs following you.” Paladin’s shoulders hiked upwards at the nickname and they hissed in the way that Keloid and Avarice would when angry. Apex flinched at the noise, stabbing their sword downwards towards the floor to mask it, Wels’ whimper of pain going unnoticed in the tension. “You can fight me if you want blacksmith. But I’m not afraid of you.” The sword came back up to point at Paladin’s exposed chest. “You are nothing without those vex, and I will end you.”

They couldn't take those insults to his ability. Their ego did not want to allow it. But Paladin had survived this long with fewer deaths than expected because they knew when to quit. This was not a fight they could win, even if the pulsing knot in their chest rebelled. They stepped away from Wels.

Apex grinned, yellow smile flashing through the impossible corners of the temple. “Smart choice.” They moved, and Paladin’s eyes trailed downwards, locking onto Wels’ panicked ones. The knot in their chest grew tighter-

And in one stroke, they had grabbed a sword from the floor and stabbed Apex through the back with it.

Apex snarled in surprise, whirling around to face them. A clashing screech, and they were locked in combat. Paladin could see Wels dragging himself away from the corner of their eye and a strange relief filled them. Giving a threatening hiss-chirp back, blocked Apex’s blows, looking for an opening to exploit as their training with Wels kicked in.

Parry, parry, thrust, parry, parry, thrust

The rhythm kept them in the fight, preventing Apex from advancing while also retaliating. So it came as a surprise when Apex suddenly twisted its wrist and sent their sword flying to the opposite side of the room. Not wasting a beat, Apex leapt at them, sword swinging in a large arc that sliced across their neck. Paladin staggered backwards at the pain, only barely moving their head to the side to avoid a sword in their skull, sending a straight gash of light across their face. They click-snarled at Apex, whose grin only turned more predatory.

The next swing was intercepted by an axe, followed by a pickaxe which sliced across their chest. Apex barely stumbled as they charged forward yet again, pinning Paladin’s off-handed axe to the floor with one hand. Raising a foot, it was brought down with a snap!, breaking the weapon. A pickaxe at its shoulder brought their attention back to Paladin, and the cycle began anew.

Parry, parry, parRY, PARRY, PARRY

Slices on their arms, light and triangular particles spinning away. Paladin could feel panic start to settle deep in their bones as they fought. They had barely managed to keep themselves between Wels and Apex, but they knew this was a losing fight. A pickaxe was never meant to be a strong weapon against a sword, but they were determined. The knot in their chest would be too painful to bear otherwise they knew. They kept swinging and parrying, what choice did they have?

There is one choice for you dark one.

Bells and tinkling laughter. They knew who this was. The world around them paused, glowing a light blue like a badly rendered photo. They closed their eyes.

The sound of wings, of bells and tinkling laughter grew nearer. The intense sensation of being watched crawled beneath their skin, but they stood firm. They were made for the spotlight, it did not scare them one bit. Not even as the Vex arrived to speak to them again.

We can help you dark one. All you need to do is make a deal.

Keloid and Avarice had warned them more than enough for them to know that this was a bad idea. They snarl-growled at the unseeable entity before them. “No. Haven't I said this enough times? Go away.”

Ah, but you need help don’t you? Look at your summoner, so weak and fragile. We know that he won’t last once you go down.

That made Paladin falter slightly. “But he’ll respawn!”

Humming. But what if this time he doesn't? What then dark one, what then?

They were not thinking straight, they knew that, knew it in the shaking of their hands and the rush of adrenaline, the cold in their bones and the knot in their chest- no, the emotions in their chest that they didn't understand, emotions for their summoner; care? worry? They didn't know, everything was going so wrong-

Calm dark one. We can help. All you need to do, is ASK.

Paladin considered, actually thought about what was being offered. They needed help, they knew. They also knew that the Vex were strong and ancient. But the warnings…

“If I ask for your help, I want to know what I’m getting into first. No sneaky dealings of any sort.”

Laughing bells. If you insist. All we want is a chance to make a deal with your summoner. You will be the conduit to bring him to us.

“And if I don’t?”

You both won’t have a choice. One way or another we will find you.

Paladin ducked their head, opening yellow eyes to glance sideways at Wels. The man had pulled himself to a column. His shirt was ripped, used as makeshift bandages. Red. So much red. They made their decision.

“Alright, I’ll take your deal. Help me.”

Shattering music notes. What do you want us to give you, dark one?

There was no hesitation, the words drawn upwards out from him. “Power. I’ve been the damsel for long enough. Give me the power to protect my family.” They would have hesitated more, but that glance at Wels earlier had solidified a fiery resolve. They wanted to protect their family, and that included Wels whether he liked it or not.

Tinkling glass shards mixed with laughter as power stabbed its way into Paladin. Of course. Now, wake and face your opponent dark one, and remember our deal.

The blue fog faded, the staring spotlights died, the glass was swept away. It was as if the Vex were never there. But Paladin could feel the power rising in their chest, competing with guilt and worry and panic. With a roar, they released it into the air.

Apex stumbled backwards, the roar resonating through memories of darkness, birds, blue. Its grin became more of a grimace as they launched itself at Paladin again, only to be stopped by a sword. Where had they-?

Looking around, Apex noticed the glowing blue gauntlets floating in the air around Paladin. The gauntlets moved quickly, each hand grabbing the closest weapon. A blue cloak of the same colour had spawned out of nowhere and draped upon Paladin’s shoulders. Apex’s grimace flipped back into a feral grin. This was what a real challenge looked like.

They sprung into action, hacking away at each weaponed hand. With every hand that fell, another took its place. Every hit that did land bounced off the hard plating of the seemingly cloth-made cloak. But it soon began to tire, invisible strings softening its blows. No one else on the server had kept up with it this long, not even Killjoy. But shadows didn't tire, someone must be helping Paladin. Looking up, Apex met Paladin’s angered glare. But that didn't faze them at all.

What did faze them was the softly glowing blue streaks where they had sliced Paladin earlier. Apex hissed. Vex. That's where the blacksmith’s help had come from. They shuddered as the invisible threads cut deeper. Now that it knew what to look for, they could feel the Vex on its shoulders, weighing it down. It was time to cut their losses.

Apex faked a lunge at Paladin, taking the split second of Paladin being off-balance to make a run for the door. Turning back inside the doorframe, Apex took in the scene they had left. Red on the floor, pillars sliced into, Paladin running towards them.

And Wels was finally open. Apex grinned. Mechanically, they raised their arm, bringing out Biffa’s spare iron sword and threw it, slamming the door behind them.

Paladin howled, jumping to grab the sword. They knew they were too far away, but something carried their momentum forward and they grabbed the sword out of the air, tumbling onto the steps of the podium. They could feel the cloak folding behind them as it smoothed back out from whatever form it took. In that moment, all Paladin could do was breathe.

“Pal-adi-n?” The halting gasp of their name brought them back to the source of their current problem. Prying themselves off the floor, they hurried to Wels’ side, checking on his wounds. Wels was more concerned about other things, physically recoiling at the sight of the blue scars.

“Wha- di-you do?” The question came out gurgled, but understandable. Paladin could only helplessly reach for their summoner, voice pleading for understanding.

“I made a mistake so I could save you.”

Wels seemed to understand, allowing Paladin close to check on him even as fear swam in his eyes. “Vex” he hissed, before coughing painfully into Paladin’s chest. Paladin chirped soothingly as Avarice always did for them, even as the now known panic rose up yet again. Wels was in no condition to move right now. They could look for help, but what if Apex came back? They could try Wels’ communicator, but they had no idea which temple this was. They could be anywhere! What to do what to do what to do

A pricking in their arm brought them back to reality, grounding them. They cooed at Wels in confusion; they could sense no danger here.

Until they saw the lone Vex mob, sitting on the centre podium where shadows were summoned. It cocked its head at the bloodied knights below them, grin permanently stretched wide.

We told you we would find you. Tinkling bells, shattering laughter, a hundred gazes combined as one.

It's time to fulfill your end of the deal.

Blue particles, broken bells, the room bathed in a blue-purple glow as the knights held tight to each other; one protectively and one in fear. The bell tolled.

Not minutes later, Keloid and Avarice burst down the door to find the temple empty, clean of all signs of struggle and missing two fractured knights.

#abandoned shadows au #paladin #wels #apex #keloid #avarice #vex #also WEREVEX #they are in for one hell of a ride #literally 3 pages in docs is dedicated to the hermit chat #alright trigger tags time #blood #panic attacks #fighting #manipulation #violence #MY WRITING TAG #DO I HAVE ONE #my writing

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thefragileblackdahlia · 5 years

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Lazarus Rising: Part two

Chapter Summary: Dean wakes up in a pine box, freed from Hell. He has a joyful reunion with Sam but they wonder what pulled Dean from Hell – and why.

Pairing(s): Eventual Dean x Archangel!OFC, Castiel x sister!Ariel

Warning(s): Typical Supernatural violence, Mild Language, Self-loathing(i guess)

A/N: This story will be in 3rd person cause it makes sense. I hope you enjoy! Feedback is welcome. Italics without quotations are summaries. The episodes will get more immersive as we go along but for now, the first episode will be like the show except for a few subtle changes, like I will be skipping Sam exorcising with his mind cause it doesn’t add to the story. It still happened but I just didn’t write it. Beta’d by no one so if there are any errors I’m sorry.

Word count: 1,862

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After reuniting with Bobby and Sam, Bobby decided it was best to see a professional psychic about his resurrection problem. The four of them gathered in Pamela's seance room, watching her gather her things and conduct the seance.

Pamela, Bobby, Sam, and Dean sat around the small round table, which was littered in witch-like paraphernalia and six lit candles in the center.

"Alright, Take each other's hands," Pamela stated, watching as all the boys listened. "And I need to touch something our mystery monsters touched." Pamela hummed and wiggled her fingers as she flirted, sneakily sliding her palm along Dean's inner thigh.

"Whoa. Well, they didn't touch me there." He grinned nervously, shifting in his seat as he looked at his brother and Bobby. He cleared his throat before pulling up the left and right sleeve of his shirt, revealing the brands.

Sam stared at the handprints in awe as well as fear, what could be so powerful that they could pull his brother out of the depths of hell? Sam peered at Bobby to make sure he wasn't the only one seeing the two, bulging handprints.

Pamela, being seated on the right, placed her palm on the small right brand, "Okay," She cleared her throat to signify she was beginning. The took the hint and closed their eyes. Pamela began.

"I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.

I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.

I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle."

Pamela chanted, the television in the background flicking on to static. She continued, "I invoke, conjure, and command... Ariel, Castiel?? No. Sorry, Ariel & Castiel, I don't scare easy." Pamela shook her head as she spoke unknowingly to an Archangel.

Dean opened his eyes wide, glancing over at the psychic. "Ariel?" It seemed to be the only name that caught Dean's attention. Dean scoffed, looking at his brother, "I was saved by a Disney princess." He said snarkily.

"Their names." Pamela breathed, "It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back." She gripped his shoulder tight before she began chanting again. The white noise and static grew louder as the table began shaking.

"I conjure and command you, show me your face.

I conjure and command you, show me your face.

I conjure and command you, show me your face!"

Pamela breathed as the voices in her head grew louder, the white noise and rattling becoming more violent. Bobby talked up over the noise, fear laced in his words. "Maybe we should stop!"

"No!" Pamela shouted, "I almost got it. I command you," She paused making sure to put bass in her voice as she spoke, "Show me your face! Show me your face now!" Immediately after she shouted those words, the candles flared up several feet high followed by Pamela screaming. Her eyes flew open as she screamed, filled with a white-hot flame.

All of the noise and fire die out.

The psychic wobbled as she lost her footing and fell to the floor. Bobby got up out of his chair, kneeling beside Pamela. He wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her into his lap. He held her up as she cried.

"Call 911!" The old hunter shouted at the boys.

Sam rushed into the next room, looking around for the house phone. He ran for it, dialing 911. The world around him grew still, the voice of the operator filling his ears but her words sound like they were underwater. He just quickly said the address into the phone and requested an ambulance.

Dean sat in his chair for a bit, unsure of what to do. He gulped, now even more terrified of what had brought him back to life. It just burned the poor woman's eyes out. He got up from his chair and crouched over Pamela. "Pamela?" He asked.

Her eyelids flew open revealing deep, dark, burned, empty sockets. She sobbed as the blood ran down her cheeks. "I can't see! I cant see! Oh, God!" She sobbed. Bobby just clutched her tightly, supporting her body with his.

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Dean closed his menu, giving it to the waitress. "Be up in a jiff." The waitress responded, taking the menu and trotting over to the kitchen. Dean let out a sigh, concern etched on his face. He looked to his brother who had just entered the diner.

"You bet," Sam mumbled into the phone before hanging up and taking a seat. He huffed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

"What'd Bobby say?" Dean asked.

"Pam's stable and out of the I.C.U" Sam returned.

"And blind, 'cause of us," Dean added with raised brows.

"And we still have no clue what we're dealing with-" Sam slightly shook his head and pursed his lips as he spoke.

"That's not entirely true," Dean replied directly.

"No?" Sam questioned with raised brows, giving Dean a look of confusion and doubt.

"We got names. The mermaid and uh...Castiel, or whatever. With the right mumbo-jumbo, we could summon these things and bring 'em right to us." Dean shared.

Sam shook his head, "You're crazy. Absolutely not."

"We'll work 'em over. I mean, after what they did?" Dean snapped, gesturing behind him.

"Pam took a peek at them and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you want to have a face to face?" Sam countered.

"You got a better idea?" Dean argued, squinting his eyes.

"Yeah, As a matter of fact. I do. I followed some demons to town, right?" Sam queried.

Dean huffed, "Okay?"

"So...We go find them." Sam shook his head. "Someone's got to know something about something."

Before the conversation could continue, the waitress walked over to the table with two slices of pie. She placed one plate in front of Dean. Sam pressed out a thank you as he took the plate from her hands and sat it down on the table.

Dean hummed excitedly and picked up his fork but before he could dive in. He noticed the waitress didn't walk away.

The waitress fixed her apron before lightly sitting down in a chair adjacent to the two. She glanced side to side at the both of them a mischievous grin plastered on her face.

Dean sat his fork down and gazed up at the young woman, a flirtatious smirk dancing across his face. "You angling for a tip?" He flirted.

"I'm sorry," She chuckled. "I thought you were looking for us." A dark onyx took over her sclera, revealing to the two that she was a demon.

As she did so, the uniformed man sitting at the counter turned on his stool and the cook from the kitchen looked up, their eyes black as well.

Dean and Sam's smile soon turned to a frown as they realized they were essentially ambushed.

The uniformed demon stood from his seat and walked over to the entrance, locking it. He turned back to face the boys whilst he swayed side to side, almost tempting them.

The waitress's eyes returned to their dark color. "Dean..." She spoke. "To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck?"

Dean being himself, motioned to himself as he spoke, "That's me."

"So you just get to stroll out of the pit, huh? What makes you so special?" She challenged, her voice laced with envy.

Dean chortled, "I like to think it's 'cause of my perky nipples." he finished with a smug smile before his expression changed. "I don't know." He said gruffly. "It wasn't my doing. I don't know who pulled me out." He continued.

"Right...You don't" She responded in disbelief with narrowed, accusatory eyes.

"No. I don't." Dean snapped.

"Lying's a sin y' know." She countered.

Dean raised his brows at her speculation, "I'm not lying. But I'd like to find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo..." Dean sneered.

"Mind your tone with me, Boy." She emphasized boy, her words filled with hate. "I'll drag you back to hell myself." She appended.

Sam made a move to defend his brother, his chair scraping against the tiles but Dean put his hand up, him to back down. The demon looked over to Sam, then Dean with a wicked smirk.

"No, you won't," Dean claimed.

"No?"

"No. 'Cause if you were, you'd have done it already." Dean leaned forward in his chair, speaking in a ridiculing tone. "Fact is, you don't know who cut me loose. And you're just as spooked as we are. And you're looking for answers. Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh...Godzilla" He joked. "Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want me out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead. Send me back. But don't come crawling to me when they show up with some Vaseline and a fire hose." Dean finished.

"I'm gonna reach down your throat and rip out your lungs." She stated calmly.

Dean leaned forward in his chair, daring the demon to do what she said she would do. He cocked back his fist and threw a right hook at her, which she takes. He cocked back his fist again, jabbing her straight in the face.

She sat still, glaring at the two as a sense of nervousness overwhelming her.

"That's what I thought. Let's go, Sam." Dean mumbled, but before he went to leave, his eyes never left the waitress. He slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a ten-dollar bill and tossing it on the table.

"For the pie." He smirked and then quickly dashed out of the diner after Sam.

Dean shuffled, quickly making his way away from the diner as he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Holy crap, that was close.", he huffed.

Sam looked over his shoulder at his brother, "We're not just gonna leave them in there are we?"

"Well, yeah." Dean gestured behind him, "There's three of them, probably more." He then motioned to him and Sam, "We only got one knife between us."

"I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately," Sam asserted quickly, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Not anymore-the smarter brother's back in town." Dean quipped.

"Dean, We've gotta take 'em. They're dangerous-" Sam argued before being cut off.

"They're scared. Okay?" Dean snapped. "Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time." Dean reached the driver's side of the impala, fishing for his keys in his pocket and unlocking the car. He opened the car door but before he got in he turned to Sam, his elbows resting on the dust-covered roof of the impala.

"Okay, Sam?" He questioned, waiting for his brother to agree with him so they could get going.

"Okay," Sam growled, clenching his jaw tightly.

Both of them got into the impala and made their way back to the motel.

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