#so yeah he's a half-devil with all the powers of a cambion

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Crux Cambion, Rogue/Sorcerer, Urchin

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I Believe the Children Are Our Future: Part Two

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,180

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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“You’re going to get sick if you eat all this ham,” you noted as Dean worked on his third sandwich of the early evening. Sam walked into the motel room and rolled his eyes when he saw his brother eating.

“Dude, seriously—still with the ham?”

“We don't have a fridge,” Dean said with his mouth full. Sam placed a map in front of you and Dean before explaining what he found.

“Well, I found something,” Sam pointed to each of the red X’s he marked on the map. “Um, tooth fairy attack was here, Pop Rocks and Coke was here, then you've got itching powder, face freeze, and joy buzzer—all located within a two-mile radius.”

“So, we got a blast zone of weird, and inside, fantasy becomes reality?” you wondered.

“Looks like.”

“And what's the A-bomb at its center?”

“Four acres of farmland and a house.”

“Then I know where we need to go next,” you declared as you snatched the keys from the table.

“Why don’t you just knock?” you asked as Sam tried to pick the lock.

“There might not be anyone home,” he said just as the door opened.

Sam quickly put away the lock pick kit as you three stared at the kid who answered the door. There was a soft black glow around the kid’s body, and your eyes widened when you realized what that meant.

“Can I help you?”

“Hi. Uh, what's your name?”

“Who wants to know?”

“The, uh, FBI,” Dean said as he and Sam took out their credentials to show him, but you couldn’t seem to move.

Dean looked at you to see what was wrong when he noticed your pale face. There was something you were seeing that they weren’t and he became worried.

“Let me see that,” the young boy said as he grabbed Dean’s badge. When he was convinced that they were real, he handed it back. “So, what, you guys don't knock?”

“Are your parents home?” you whispered.

“They work.”

“Could we please take a look inside? Maybe ask you a few questions?” you asked, trying to show the boy you can do more than just stare at him in fear.

“Fine,” he sighed as he let you inside.

He walked to the kitchen where a pot of soup was cooking. He turned off the stove and began pouring it into a bowl.

“What's that?” Sam asked, trying to make conversation.

“It's called soup. You heat it up and you eat it.”

“Right. I, I know. It's just, um... I used to make my own dinner, too, when I was a kid.”

“Well, I'm not a kid,” he said defensively.

“No, you’re not,” you muttered.

Dean noticed artwork on the fridge, and he took it down before showing it to young boy.

“I’m Robert, by the way,” Sam said as he shook his hand.

“Jesse.”

“Did you draw this?” Dean asked as he motioned to the drawing of the tooth fairy in which Sam described exactly at the hospital.

“It's the tooth fairy,” Jesse nodded.

“That's what you think the tooth fairy looks like, huh?”

“Yeah. My dad told me about him. What, didn't your dad tell you about the tooth fairy?”

“My dad?” Dean chucked. “My dad told me different stories.”

“Well, the tooth fairy isn't a story.”

“What do you know about itching powder, Jesse?” you asked.

“That stuff will make you scratch your brains out.”

“Pop Rocks and Coke?”

“You mix them, and you'll end up in the hospital. Everyone knows that,” he shrugged. Pulling out the joy buzzer, you showed it to Jesse whose eyes widened. “You shouldn't have that.”

“Why not?”

“It can electrocute you.”

“Actually, it can't. It's just a wind-up toy. It's totally harmless. Doesn't even have batteries.”

“So, it can't shock you?”

“Nope. Not at all. I swear.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“I mean, all it does is just shake in your hand. It's kind of lame. See?” you demonstrated by placing the end of the buzzer on Dean’s chest.

It shocked him in the way it was supposed to be shocked, but he didn’t know that. His form stiffened up, and he gave you a murderous look for doing so. Jesse grinned and giggled when he saw Dean’s reaction, but you could only give a half-assed smile.

“What the hell was that?” Dean growled when you three left his house.

“I had a hunch. I went with it.”

“You risked my ass on a hunch?”

“You're fine. Sam’s fine. I’m fine, but that boy is not fine,” you whispered fearfully.

“What did you see earlier?” Sam asked when he remembered the look in your eyes upon seeing the boy for the first time.

“He’s a demon.”

“What?”

“Or half-demon. I don’t know, but there is a black glow around that boy. It’s faint, but it’s there. He’s not a witch and he doesn’t have cursed objects. Whatever he believes in comes true because he’s a damn demon that has the power to do so.”

“I guess we need to figure out who his parents are.”

“Tell me you found something,” you sighed when Sam walked into the motel. Dean was on the bed reading something, but you were too nervous to do anything like that.

“It's not much. Uh, a B student who won last year's Pinewood Derby. Get this, Jesse was adopted. His birth records are sealed.”

“Tell me you unsealed them.”

“There's no father listed, but Jesse's biological mom is named Julia Wright. She lives in Elk Creek, on the other side of the state.”

“Great, let’s go. I need to know how this kid is a demon and didn’t try to kill us at first glance.”

Julia lived in such a secluded part of town. It didn’t make sense for her to be out here unless she was hiding from something or someone. There was a gate that separated the house from the street, and on the front was a “no trespassing” sign, but you ignored it as you pushed your way through. Approaching the front door, you rang the doorbell and waited.

“Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested.”

“We’re not salesmen. Agents Ronan, Page, and Plant. FBI,” you announced. Taking out your credentials, you held it up to the peephole along with Sam and Dean.

Put your badge in the slot. Your partners’, too,” she said. Sighing, you did as was told, and a few second slater, Julia opened the door and handed back the badges.

“What do you want?”

“We just had a few questions about your son.”

“I don’t have a son.”

“He was born March twenty-ninth, nineteen ninety-eight, in Omaha. You put him up for adoption?”

“What about him?”

“We were just wondering, um, was it a normal pregnancy? Was there anything strange?” you asked. All of a sudden, Julia slammed the door in a panic with fear in her eyes.

“Stay away from me!”

“Mrs. Wright wait!” you exclaimed as you pushed your way through the doors. When she slammed on, you opened it and continued on.

“We just want to talk!” you exclaimed. She finally entered the kitchen, and when you entered, she threw salt t the three of you.

“You're not demons?”

“I knew it!” you gasped as you lightly slapped Dean’s chest to prove your point.

“How do you know about demons?” Dean gasped.

“Mrs. Wright, we are not here to hurt you. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and these are Sam and Dean Winchester. We’re hunters, and demons are one of the monsters we hunt. Now, please tell us about your son because we really need to know more about him,” you said in a calm manner. Julia sighed and nodded before taking you three to the dining room.

“I was possessed. A demon took control of my body, and I hurt people. I killed people.”

“That wasn’t you,” Sam sighed.

“But I was there. I heard a woman beg for mercy. I felt a young girl's blood drip down my hands.”

“That's how you knew about the salt,” Dean observed.

“Yeah, I picked up tricks. It was in my head for months. Many, many months.”

“How many?”

“Nine.”

“So, your son…”

“Yeah, the whole time. The pregnancy, birth—all of it. I was possessed. The night the baby was born, I was alone. And the pain was—the pain was overwhelming. I screamed, and it came out a laugh because the demon was happy. It used my body to give birth to a child. When it was over, something changed. Maybe the demon was tired or if the pain helped me fight it, but somehow, I took control.

“And the demon wailed inside me. It pounded against my skull. I thought my head was gonna explode. But I knew. I knew what I had to do. When I was alone with the baby, a part of me wanted to kill it. But, God help me, I couldn't do that. So, I put it up for adoption, and I ran.”

“Who was the father?” you asked.

“I was a virgin,” she shook her head. “Have you seen my son? Is he human?”

“His name's Jesse. He lives in, uh, Alliance. He's a good kid,” you said, leaving out the part that made him a demon. It took some time, but you three left her house with frowns on your faces.

“So, now what?” Sam asked.

“We need help.”

“You think he’s here?” Dean asked as you walked into the motel room.

“I said half-demon baby child. So, yeah, I think he’s here,” you stated as you turned on the lights. There, in the middle of the room, stood Castiel.

“It's lucky you found the boy,” the angel spoke.

“Oh, yeah, real lucky. What do we do with him?”

“Kill him.”

“Castiel,” you sighed after a few moments of staring at him in shock.

“This child is half demon and half human, but it's far more powerful than either. Other cultures call this hybrid Cambion or Katako. You know him as the antichrist,” he said as he took a seat at the table.

In an instant, fart noises was all that could be heard, and you three stared at Castiel as it continued to happen. Dean tried to hide the smile from his face until it was done. Castiel reached underneath him and pulled out the whoopee cushion Dean bought before placing it on the table.

“That wasn’t me.”

“Anyway, I don't get it. Jesse is the devil's son?” Sam asked.

“No, of course not. Your Bible gets more wrong than it does right. The antichrist is not Lucifer's child. It's just a demon spawn, but it is one of the devil's greatest weapons in the war against heaven.”

“Well, if Jesse's a demonic howitzer, then what the hell's he doing in Nebraska?”

“The demons lost him. They can't find him, but they're looking.”

“Why did they lose him?” you asked.

“Because of the child's power. It hides him from both angels and demons. For now.”

“So, he's got, like, a force field around him. Well, that's great. Problem solved.”

“It’s why the shit’s been happening in a two-mile radius. It’s his ‘force field’ as you put it,” you observed.

“With Lucifer risen, this child grows strong. Soon, he will do more than just make a few toys come to life—something that will draw the demons to him. The demons will find this child. Lucifer will twist this boy to his purpose. Then, with a word, this child will destroy the Host of Heaven.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. You're saying that—that Jesse's gonna nuke the angels?” Dean gasped.

“We cannot allow that to happen.”

“Wait,” Sam stood. “We're the good guys. We—we don't just kill children.”

“A year ago, you would have done whatever it took to win this war,” Castiel glared as he stood.

“Things change,” Sam narrowed his eyes.

Dean stepped forward and placed a hand on his brother’s chest to calm him down before speaking.

“Okay. Hey, look, we are not going to kill him. Alright? But we can't leave Jesse here either. We know that. So, we take him to Bobby's. He'll know what to do.”

“You'll kidnap him? What is going on in this town, it's what happens when this thing is happy. You cannot imagine what it will do if it's angry. Besides, how will you hold him? With a thought, he could be halfway around the world.”

“So, we tell him the truth. You say Jesse's destined to go dark side—fine, but he hasn't yet. So, if we lay it all out for him—what he is, the apocalypse, everything—he might make the right choice,” Sam tried to reason with the angel. Castiel glared and leaned forward, his eyes deep with disappointment and anger.

“You didn’t. I can’t take that chance,” he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Damn it,” Sam groaned.

“Come on, he’s headed for Jesse,” you exclaimed as you grabbed the keys to the car.

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( benjamin wadsworth, 18, he/him) welcome to san francisco, william bright. rumor has it they are a demon-darklighter, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine scars, broken blades & bloody hands.

enter at your own risk, this is a long one folks. i considered condensing but i said fuck it haha sorry guys theres a tldr at the end thou dw

BACKSTORY.

tw rape, abuse, child abuse, child soldiers, murder, assasination, abduction, torture, grooming, violence, weapons, entrapment, death, sucide attempt

he was born from a negotiation between a darklighter and a demon. well, more like the demon’s father and the darklighter. the demon was called MEPHISTO. he hungered for power in all shapes and forms, fathering a cambion and trying to use her for his own means. his daughter, a cambion named LUCIANA, had too much of her mother’s heart in her. she was useless to him, at least until he found use for her. as a bargaining chip. the darklighter’s name was JACK. the man had been an ordinary human by the name of jack adler in the 16th century. he was chosen by a demon to become something darker. however, even with this new power granted to him, jack wanted more. and more was something he never stopped reaching for. 

jack wanted nothing more than his own army, and who better to be his soldiers than perfectly groomed children? so he made some. so many, all failures to him. the wrong species, he’d deem them. the wrong upbringing, the wrong strengths, the wrong EVERYTHING. in his hate for waiting, and sickness of failure, he started going after whoever he could. ( so yes, there’s lots of adler babies in the world. none of them to his standards but yeah. )

finally his mindset on a CAMBION. cambion, who were stronger than their demon counterparts. and a darklighter to boot? this child would be PERFECT. jack would even raise them himself, he decided. so after negotiations with mephisto, he took his daughter. he assaulted luciana, more than once. until finally, she got pregnant. 

luciana was at a crossroads. she wasn’t happy. but that wasn’t the child’s fault, none of it was. so, she decided, she would TRY and love them. her level of succession... varied.

a small boy was born, given the name XION. it was not luciana’s choice, but jack silenced any protest. luciana hated the name. it was the name of a blade, not a child. and that was what xion was groomed to be. trained to hurt, to maim, to kill, all before he even reached double digits in age. jack was relentless in his plan. he wanted this child to be PERFECTION. and in jack’s eyes, he was. a measly five-year-old with blood-stained hands. perfection.

xion didn’t know what was right and wrong, he wasn’t taught it. he was taught his to slice with a sword, how to choke someone, the best places to hit, and how to make someone feel pain like no other. he learned violence like one would abcs. it was something ingrained into him. he lacked the knowledge to know killing was bad. no one told him otherwise. luciana had tried to, once. when he was small and lacked understanding. but her voice was small, jack’s was loud. 

death was a normal part of life. to xion, it wasn’t just death that was normal. it was murder. murder he committed without looking back. xion had no idea the weight of a life. he simply obeyed his father’s orders without hesitation and continued on. he ate, he slept, and he obeyed. there was no room for likes, dislikes, wants or needs. he didn’t even know what he was missing. 

he was nine years old when things... changed. luciana had given up on him by then. seeing the child she bore as a monster rather than a little boy. it was easier for her that way, at least for her. it made it a bit harder when xion actually started questioning things. it began with a man, an old man. xion’s first victim to ever beg for his life. many never got the chance, or they’d attempt attacking xion. ( each target was handpicked by jack, of course. ) but this man, an old man. he cried. he begged for his life, he spoke of a child younger than xion, a child that apparently needed him. he was on his knees, shaking violently as tears rolled down his cheeks. begging and begging. and xion... hesitated. this was unlike anything he’d known before. it brought to the surface emotion he didn’t even understand. so, xion let him go. he didn’t understand why, he didn’t understand much of any of it. 

he knew his father was not one to confide in and his grandfather was hardly around as it was. so that left his mother. a woman who always kept her distance, who was cold at times. but never intentionally cruel. at least, not that he realized. he chased her down (no, it wasn’t easy. she didn’t want to be alone with him and he didn’t understand why.) but eventually, he was able to tell her. that he spared a man’s life. that he didn’t know WHY. that there was something wrong with him, obviously. luciana thought differently. instead of the anger he expected for his failure she... she put her arms around him. for a moment, he thought she was attacking him. but instead it was warm. it was a hug, his very first. 

she spoke with such kindness, such softness, such affection--- it was unlike anything xion ever knew. he wanted more of it. ( he’d never been loved before, he didn’t understand it but it felt so nice? ) he saw her smile and it made him feel something else unfamiliar. something... good. he made her smile and it made him feel good. it was kind of wonderous. in her burst of emotion, luciana decided he could be salvaged. he wasn’t a monster, he could be saved. she began going on about how they could leave jack, leave hell, leave everything behind--- even their names! she never liked xion, she proclaimed, she much better liked WILLIAM. with curious eyes, he agreed to her plan. he hungered for more of it, for more love and affection and warmth. 

a week, she had decided. she needed only a week to make preparations and then they would run like a week. a week, and then they were gone. well, luciana had been half right. she was gone in a week. on the day they were set to leave, xion couldn’t find the woman at all. and then there was his father, so smug... xion demanded the truth from him ( it was the first time he demanded anything.) and jack gave in. gloating, even. how luciana had deluded herself into thinking xion was any more than a weapon. how, maybe, she could have gotten away with it. if she hadn’t commissioned the witch to catch that spell. a spell to ensure jack couldn’t have any remaining children, to spare the world. jack hadn’t cared, he had xion. his perfect weapon.

his perfect weapon that attacked jack in that very moment. he dispatched with the boy easily, still only 9. scarring his down his eyes, and keen that he learns his lesson. xion, did not, in fact, learn his lesson. rather, he began to rebel. rebel was hardly even the word for his level of disobedience. refusing to even respond to the name xion ( in his head, he called himself WILLIAM, but jack needn’t know that ). 

3 years went by, with xion intent on escaping his father or fighting him at all opportunities. no longer was he the perfect weapon at jack’s hand, he was something far worse. angry, disobedient, without purpose. he hungered for those warm emotions his mother gave him, and when he couldn’t recreate them he settled on something far more burning. 

by the time the boy was 12 he riddled a number of scars, and unbridled fury. He wanted to find his mom. he was imbued with a goal. make sure his mother was alive, and once she was safe he’d kill his father and grandfather. simple. except… it really wasn’t.

it was nearing his 13th year when mephisto came back into the picture. angered at what jack had done to his daughter ( his possession ), mephisto arranged to set william free and to his mother. and finally, he felt it again, that warmth. his grandfather took him a asylum, a magical asylum. it was where his father had kept luciana and in the three previous years she’d been through what amounted to hell. her appearance alone was a drastic change, she looked so much older. so tired, so broken, exhausted by the simpleness of being. her hair was even whitening. and yet--- when her eyes landed on him she SMILED. 

before william could make a move toward her, there was commotion. hunters, in the asylum. he didn’t know if it was planned or coincidence, but the timing was all too perfect. one moment, his mother was smiling at him. the next, the door flew open. her eyes went black, and then there was a bullet between them. william ATTACKED the hunters, almost like a rabid animal. he was scarred across the face, but ultimately they hesitated to kill a child. rather, they knocked him out. 

he awoke in a cage with a devil’s trap upon it, keeping him locked within. the hunters were wary of the young boy, but ultimately unsure of what to do with him. they needed to decide if he was a menace to society or not. if he could be TRUSTED. so they did... tests. well, they called them tests. others would call them torture. william called them annoying (and to him, who been tortured properly the last three years, they were).

an ally of the hunters eventually came along. a young man by the name of DALLAN BRIGHT. it was around the time the hunters decided william was too dangerous, that he needed to be killed. now, you see, dallan didn’t exactly agree. and dallan (like his mother) was a cambion. so rather than arguing, he turned the hunters to stone and freed the young boy riddled with scars.

learning to trust dallan was something of a journey. he doubted it was permant, that dallan expected to become the guardian of a little hellion. and yet, together they remained. time went on, and something happened akin to bonding. will only thought akin because he had never bonded before. yet there dallan was, watching out for him in a way he had no idea what to do with. it was nice though. strengthened with time and action. when dallan proved time and time again he was trustworthy, and each time it shocked will. until eventually (maybe around the time he was 16) it stopped shocking him. because dallan was dallan and suddenly that meant something. 

due to moving around quite a bit with dallan, will never had a fixture of permanent schooling. rather he acquired data from time to time and did a lot of research on what could be considered normal. he lacks quite a bit of knowledge in some others, where others he’s practically a dictionary. 

APX SEASON 1.

his life changed in the form of a girl named lizzie saltzman. he was fiddling with a toy that made annoying sounds she wasn’t fond of. they talked and for the first time in his whole life, william felt interest, fondness. he was KEEN in getting to know the blonde girl who was undoubtedly one of a kind. the two met again, traded numbers, traded jabs and flirts. it was fun for them both, a spark to light up a whole home. however as she confessed to him her species a siphoner, will realized something vital. he happened to be a mass murderer, a former assassin, with kills over his belt extending past three digits. just because he wasn't that person anymore, didn’t mean lizzie shouldn’t know what she was talking into. he refused for a date until she knew more. then, she did. lizzie was a smart girl, she did her research. the two met at a library, ready to END IT ( before it even began). only for henchman of his father to attack. an altercation occurred, with the ultimate result of will sacrificing himself in order to ensure lizzie’s protection. will had been tortured for weeks, trying to reign him into submission. he had begged lizzie to let him go. she hadn’t listened. instead, she saved him. while he took to the mend, they spoke. they discussed. and their feelings were far too deep to let each other GO. it was beyond chemistry now, they were bonded together in ways they hadn’t with any other. eventually, the two went on their first date ( five guys ), they had their first kiss ( yes, there were fireworks between them ), among other things. they were a normal, healthy couple. at least until an incident occurred. lizzie’s life was put in jeopardy, and she confessed to him her dire situation of the merge. so, will proposed. it was a no brainer to him. if lizzie only had a few years left, a life sentence, if they didn’t find a way out of it— he wanted to spend every moment with her. she accepted, and they are officially ENGAGED. however, they made the decision to postpone the wedding itself for years to come. give them time to find a solution, and not to worry too much about it itself. only that bit has changed recently. done with the threat of jack looming above their heads, the two concocted a plan. a plan that went wayside. jack was banished to a prison world but lizzie DIED. or at least, will thought she did. his grief was painful, but upon learning she was alive--- well, things changed. the two made the decison to stop waiting for the wedding, they were happy and in love. they’re getting MARRIED. 

the next radical change to his life was somehow getting a best friend in the form of landon kirby. inspired by lizzie, will tried to be more social. this resulted in him meeting landon kirby. the guy was a bit nerdy, but later will found out he was too. there was no life changing situation that thrust them together, but rather, much like lizzie and himself— will and landon clicked. they hung out together, had fun, built an ease of a relationship. so much so, that will confessed to landon his past on his own accord. and landon, he accepted will without hesitation. it was landon who found will in the aftermath of lizzie’s ‘death’ and it was landon who talked him off the ledge. the two are kinda bonded for life tbh. 

NOTES / FUN FACTS:

for the longest time, william’s only goal had been to murder his father. that has changed in frequent time, however, if ever given the opportunity it wouldn’t be as easy he dreamed it. in fact, he’d probably struggle with killing jack due to the man being the single constant within his life and having such a power over him, even now.

meta on william halliwell & emotion.

nicole alfaro and arlo park are his half siblings and yep, will has no idea. 

TLDR: william used to be a weapon (assassin) his father jack. hella escaped and was semi adopted by dallan bright ( he is william bright now ). met lizzie saltzman, fell deeply in love, and is a kind of a hot mess but he’s trying. 

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Vessel - Chapter 32

Summary: Sam and Dean thought their lives were a living hell. When they find a young girl who shares their name and family business, neither of them can help but be curious about who she is and what she can do for them.

A/N: See bio for link to series Masterlist and author Masterlist! 

*gif not mine :)

“Come on, Sam,” Dean sighed as he joined his brother at the war room table. He set a beer beside Sam’s laptop as he took a drink of his own.

 “No, Dean, it’s too quiet,” he ignored the drink as he continued to stare at his computer, “something’s going on.”

 “It’s not possible we’re just catching a break?” Sam didn’t even have to answer Dean’s question verbally when he gave him a look, “okay, but what do you want me to do about it? Look, MJ is safe, no one seems to be dying of anything weird, we should just enjoy it while it lasts.” They’d been home from Sonny’s for almost two weeks with no cases. Dean had been able to tell Sam what their sister confessed, and he had reacted just as Mary expected. The time off at the bunker proved to be valuable and MJ was able to tell her brothers more about her life before they met, but it was safe to say the Winchester siblings were beginning to get cabin fever. 

 “But what’s coming?” the younger asked, facing his brother, “what are they rearing up for?”

 Their impending argument was interrupted when Dean’s phone rang. Seeing the caller ID he immediately accepted the call and greeted his friend, “Jody… yeah, he’s right here, what’s up?” He pulled the phone away from his face and quickly switched it to speaker phone, “you’re on speaker.”

 “Hi Jody,” Sam interjected.

 “Hey Sam. Listen, I’ve got calls about demonic omens all over the Midwest, but-”

 “What?”

 “ -there seems to be a focus in Nebraska. That mean anything to you?”

 Sam and Dean exchanged a look. Dean decided to answer, “not that I can think of. There’s a devil’s gate in Wyoming, but I doubt that has anything to do with this.”

 “What omens did you find?” Sam asked, typing quickly.

 “Uh, electrical storms, crop failures, cattle mutilations, the works,” As she listed omens, Mary appeared in the doorway with her nose in a book. Hearing Jody’s voice she looked up, “They’re scattered through the region but I’m telling you, Alliance is the center.

 “Center for what?” MJ piped up.

 Sam remained focused on his laptop, “demonic omens.”

 “Wait, Alliance, Nebraska?” she asked. The brothers turned their attention to MJ.

 “That mean something to you?” Dean asked.

 She looked between her brothers, “isn’t that where you met the cambion kid? I just finished that book.”

 Sam looked as if he’d had a major epiphany while Dean looked upset, “book? What book?” MJ hesitated, remembering what Sam had said about Dean hating the books, “are you reading Chuck’s books?” She tried to hide the current novel she was engrossed in behind her back.

 “Dean-”

 “Seriously, MJ?” he managed to grab the book from her.

 “Dean?” Jody tried again.

 “I wanted to know what you guys have been up to and Sam said-”

 “You told her to read those books?” he turned to his younger brother.

 “Dean,” Jody finally got his attention, “can we focus on the demonic omens? What’s the deal with cambion? What is it? Think it’s connected?”

 Sam answered for his brother, “a cambion is a half-human, half-demon.  Any cambion can be the anti-Christ, that’s what Cas said. If this is Jesse-”

 “Then he’s why I’m being prepared as a vessel,” Mary finished for him. A silence fell over the group as they took in the latest revelation.

 “Jesse’s gearing up for the end of the world,” Sam finally broke the silence.

 “Great,” Dean mumbled, cursing yet another apocalypse, “so what do we do? Take him out before be can do any real damage?”

 “Dean,” his sister stopped him, “we’re not killing a kid.”

 “He’s the anti-Christ.”

 “Any I’m a vessel of the Holy Spirit,” she snapped, “you’ve spent months protecting me from people who feel about me the way you do about Jesse.”

 “You’re not trying to bring on the end of the world.”

 “Guys,” Sam stopped his siblings’ bickering, “we’ll look at all our options but Mary, honestly, that’s what it may come down to. We let him go before and now-”

 “And what if we can only do that if I give my consent? If I give the Holy Spirit the reigns? What happens then?”

 “MJ-”

 “No, seriously. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? To stop him?”

 “MJ, you’re not gonna have to do that,” Dean insisted.

 “How do you know, De? We know I’m a threat. If people are hunting me down so that Jesse can go through with it, maybe I’m the only one that can stop him.”

 “So. We’ll put our heads together. We’ll talk to Cas, to Chuck, Rowena, whoever we need to. You’re not going up against him, especially not alone.”

 MJ scoffed, shaking her head, “so much for free will, right?” Before her brothers could say anything else, she trudged out of the war room, not wanting to hear about how the boys would do everything to keep her safe when she knew deep down that they were powerless.

 Jody spoke up to break the silence that followed, the brothers had almost forgot she was still on the phone, “you guys know she might be right,” she reminded them, you need to prepare yourself for that. This is what it’s all been coming to.”

 “I didn’t think that it would be our fault that this was happening,” Dean sighed.

 Jody sounded confused, “what are you talking about? How is this your fault?”

 “When we met Jesse,” Sam started to explain, “Cas wanted to kill him, but we couldn’t do it. He was just a kid.”

 “He’s still just a kid, they both are,” Dean reminded them.

 “So, this half-demon kid has evil powers,” Jody began thinking aloud, “but where are they coming from? Mary’s come from the gifts of the Holy Spirit, how is Jesse doing all this? If these powers are just his because he’s half-demon, how is she ever supposed to stop him? Is he as powerful as-”?

 “Lucifer,” Sam cursed, “Jesse becomes more powerful when Lucifer is on earth.”

 “You think he’s back?”

 Dean looked at his brother, “has he reached out to you? Did you know anything ab-”?

 “No, Dean,” he huffed, “don’t you think I would’ve said something? With Mary’s nightmares and the vessel stuff, you honestly think I would’ve kept it to myself? There’s nothing to indicate that he’s back except the small possibility that Jesse is the cause of these omens, but we don’t even know if that’s true.”

 “Have you guys heard from Crowley recently?” Jody suddenly asked, “or Cas?”

 The brothers paused to think, “I haven’t seen Crowley since we got Mary back,” Dean said, “and soon as I do, I’m gonna kill him.”

 “It’s been radio silence from Cas too.”

 “And Chuck?”

 Sam nodded, though he knew Jody couldn’t see him, “nothing from him either.”

 “We can start there,” she decided, “you guys see if they’ll talk, I’ll keep an eye on Alliance and see if anyone has seen a teenage demon spawn with impossible powers.”

 “Thanks Jody.”

 “Thank your sister, she’s the one who recognized the town,” she reminded them.

[demonslayvr]

meta on scars!

meme | accepting / send me a topic ‘n i’ll write a meta  !!

JACKPOT / META 1 / HEADCANON 88.  mm  !!   i’ve talked about his scars in the past in previous headcanons but why not just kind of mix them all together in something convenient so here we go i guess lmao.

Canon Scars  (   aka the ones i figure are canon.  )

>   the slash from yamato upon his palm    in dmc3  -  this one is pretty self explanatory really since its the wound he received from yamato’s edge when he was reaching out for vergil at the end of the game.  with it being a devil arm and powerful one at that it never went away and its a continuous reminder of the failure to stop him completely.  its a scar,  also,  that dante’ll scratch absently sometimes and has reopened it on several occasions on accident which halt the process of whatever potential healing could happen.

>   shotgun shot wound / scars to his stomach,  knees and shoulders   gained during the dmc3 novel  -  its a substantial scar that’s not gotten any better due to rebellion stabbing right into the spot. with the bullets and close arms fire from   coyote   in the novel and the subsequent wrecking of his internals for a good second.  the bullets within weren’t all that great either and when the gory scene begun to heal it left a pretty gnarly and ugly scar in its wake.  the scar is   really  sensitive and most punches to the gut will throw him a little more than anything else.   the wounds  /  scars to his knees and shoulders don’t have the same effect but they do make things frustrating sometimes. 

>   the beasthead’s bite(s) to his side    gained in the dmc2 novel.  the bite marks pretty much line up his right side and are quite large.  he’s tentative talking about them because of the trauma that was going on  at the time   when the stone heads fucking bit into his side but,  yeah.  they don’t hurt like the one above does. 

Adapted Canon Scars  (   aka the scar’s i’ve stacked on  )

>  scars from being stabbed by a divine dipped weapon   by clementine when he was trying to complete a job and she was in the way of that.  his guard being down from her meaningfulness to him got him jabbed with a holy - water tipped spear just under his   left pectoral muscle  just a   teeny bit   to the left of where his heart sits and exits adjacent  out his back   

>  faint stab wound scars from yamato,  alastor and rebellion    upon his   chest and stomach   from dmc1, 3, 4 and 5.   with my headcanon that devil arms leave scars and the boys’ weapons even more so   –  with the stabs to dante’s chest via the three mentioned above he has a couple of stab wounds that look pretty gnarly.  

the spot in dante’s sdt that opens up is essentially where rebellion was stabbed into him in 3 and 4 which in 3 at least awoke his demonic powers more or less.  the stomach one from 5 from when he stabbed it into himself is a pretty large wound in itself like the others.  they itch a lot and he’ll scratch but not pick at them.  

>  very very faint   half moon scars under  both   pectoral’s from another divine usage of holy water.  the tools used to open him up during his gender reassignment surgery were blessed and sat in holy water so the procedure could be performed.  the scars still exist but not as much as the others  ;  this one is picked at the least.

>  gun shot scars    from a hunter he worked with once and   only   once on his   left shoulder and lower left side of his back   from a sticky betrayal.  the guy wanted to try and cash in on some ridiculous reward that had been put up to try and bring in the cambion dead after working with him.  lets just say that the holy water soaked bullets didn’t really slow dante down and the person who put up the reward got a   huge   earful and threat later. 

>  various slashes upon his back,  shoulders and arms   from yamato and other devil arms throughout the years.  as stated,  he retains most of the   stronger   devil arms as marks upon his skin.  some have faded over the years while others haven’t if they’re in scratching distance.  some on his upper shoulder,  arms and the backs of his hands have remained  –  almost looking like they’re new for the amount of times he picks at them when distracted or,  well,  low.  

[myheartrevealed]

I Will Be Here- Chapter Three

Jack Kline x Reader

Summary: Dr. Myla was one of the only therapists who specialized in treating the Supernatural, someone who offered an oasis to people like you. Carrying the burden of your father and being the ever-hunted Cambion, you attend her sessions however, that begins to change when you meet a fellow patient, Jack. Can unfortunate circumstances bring you two together even though all odds are against it?

~ ~ ~

“Who is that girl?” Sam asked as him and Jack rode back to the bunker.

The music blared loudly as Sam sped down the freeway, something that reminded him greatly of his brother. The thought put a decline in his mood and he leaned over to turn the music down.

Jack grinned. “That’s Y/N. She talks to Dr. Myla too!”

Sam chuckled a bit before saying, “That’s nice Jack. But how do you know her?”

“Oh, I just started talking to her.”

“... Right,” Sam responded.

They quickly approached the bunker and were stopped by Castiel standing outside.

“Cas? What’s up?” Sam asked as he hopped out of the car.

“Sam. Jack. I have news on Michael.”

“Michael? Do you know where he is?”

“No, not yet. But I have learned there might be a way to stop him.”

Sam perked up at this. “What? What did you learn Cas?”

Cas shook his head. “Not much. Some of the angels felt a strong force nearby. I thought it might be Jack, but he’s still drained, or Michael, but the angels said it felt much different than an angel… sadly, they can’t find the source. I guess whatever it is, it’s very good at covering its tracks.” He sighed. “They were able to track it to this general area, a bit farther east, but they can’t pinpoint the location, nor can they judge who or what did it.”

Sam looked to Jack, but Jack shrugged. “I’m barely able to lift a pencil right now. Lucifer barely left me any grace when he took it. And I haven’t done anything extraordinary since then.”

Sam took this opportunity to head inside. “Then we brainstorm. What has that kind of power?”

He began making his way down the stairs, towards the library. Cas followed after him, trying to help, and Jack watched them go, stopping in the entryway.

“A powerful witch or demon,” Cas supplied.

Sam shook his head. “Can’t be anyone we know. All the Princes of Hell are dead. And, Rowena isn’t nearby, is she?”

“No,” Cas confirmed. “Rowena was in California last I heard.”

Jack looked between the two of them. “So, it’s someone you haven’t met. Is it something you’ve never seen?”

It took Sam a minute to process what Jack was trying to say. “Something we haven’t seen? Like some sort of creature we’ve never run into before?”

“Yeah,” Jack said. “Maybe it came from someone or something that you have seen before, but not the same person. Like Rowena, is there any other witch with her powers?”

Sam looked at Cas, who was thinking about it. “I can’t imagine there is. Rowena is known to the angels as the most powerful witch alive. If there is a witch who matches her powers, they obviously don’t practice, or we would have noticed.”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, you said that you couldn’t track the source? I don’t think witches have ways of cloaking themselves from angels… Then again, I don’t think demons have that kind of power either.”

“Surely there’s a spell for that somewhere,” Jack added. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m the only being who can do that willingly.”

Cas froze at the suggestion trying to pull his thoughts together.

“Nephilim… or Cambion…”

Sam looked at him, shocked. “That’s not possible, right?”

Both Sam and Cas shared a grim look, knowing very well that practically anything was possible in this world. But… how?

“What’s a Cambion?” The young boy said, looking between the two men, now intrigued at the new suggestion.

Sam went to explain, but Cas cut him off. “A Cambion is a lot like you, Jack. The spawn of a human and a… powerful entity. And it’s supposedly more powerful than both its parents. But… it’s much your opposite. It-”

“It’s half human, half demon,” Sam finished quickly. “But we’ve only ever met one of them. And, if another existed, you would know, wouldn’t you, Cas?”

Cas shrugged. “We didn’t know about Jesse.”

Sam paused. “Wait, what if it is Jesse? Surely he couldn’t have gone under the radar this long. He’s probably, what, seventeen or eighteen now? Bound to have grown in power.”

Cas shrugged. “It’s possible.”

There was a pause and a tense thought hung in the air. “What are we going to do when we have him?”

~ ~ ~

You sat very still. You were panicking. Really panicking.

You tried to calm your nerves. The man in front of you didn’t seem like he was here to kill you, and he didn’t have an angry or vengeful vibe. In fact, from what you could tell, he seemed as uncomfortable as you. And maybe a little bit impatient.

Sam Winchester had shown up on time this week. Early. And now here you were.

He looked over one of the magazines, mindlessly picking through the pages. You clutched onto your phone, praying to God that whatever happened, Jack would be out soon. You didn’t know why, but even as unsure as you were with Sam, Jack had such a peaceful air that you felt safe with him.

You shook your head. Now you were sympathizing the Devil’s kid… not good.

Sam cleared his throat and you panicked. Not a noticeable amount, but enough to put you in danger. When he made the sound, your phone flew from your hand. Not enough to look supernatural to anyone else, it hit the ground right between your feet, but you knew. You were holding that phone so tight, nothing could have ripped it from your grip except for… yourself.

“You’re Y/N, right?”

Your head shot up to look at him and he hesitated.

“I’m sorry. My name is Sam. I’m Jack’s… guardian.”

You blinked then nodded. Don’t raise suspicions. “Yeah, sorry. I’m Y/N… well, I guess you were already aware of that.”

He smiled, probably mistaking your flusteredness for anxiety or awkwardness. Oh if he only knew.

“So, you’re a friend of Jack’s?”

You shrugged. “Friend. Acquaintance. He kinda just… introduced himself and yeah.”

Sam smiled. “Yeah. Jack does that.”

You smiled back, your heartbeat going down as you started to see Sam’s care for Jack shine through.

That’s when the door to the office opened, and like it had the last two weeks, Jack walked through, followed by Dr. Myla. This time, however, something was very wrong. One look at Dr. Myla and you could tell she wasn’t feeling alright. You quickly scanned her for her emotions and your frown deepened.

She was scared. Worried. And very, very desperate.

… For what though?

“Hello Y/N!”

Jack stopped by Sam and waved to you. You tried to smile and wave back, but suddenly you were overcome by the strong waves of nausea you felt the other day and all you could think was, I need to get out of here.

“Y/N, why don’t you come in?” Dr. Myla asked with a smile but you could tell it was fake. Forced.

She’s trying to do her job, you reminded yourself, but you wouldn’t be able to make it through a session like this. With her like this. And you were in danger as it was.

“Y/N?” Jack asked, his face scrunched together in confusion.

You shot up from your chair and quickly walked out of the room, but you didn’t make it in time. As you were leaving, you heard the sound of scratching, and Dr. Myla yelling after you, and you knew something had happened. You probably caused the table to jerk to the side or a chair to tip over.

God, how could you be so stupid?

But you were out of there in an instant, teleporting yourself home and safe. As you sat down on your bed and tried to rethink the events, the lights around you flickered rapidly and you put your head back in defeat. You were done for.