A Supernatural fanfiction by RobloxBannedMe4Terrorism
Clementine Rasmussen (Dog) -police dog
Fabio Washington -motel clerk
One hand on the wheel, four tires against pavement. A long dark road ahead and a tired driver longing to reach his destination. He looks at the street signs as he passes them trying to catch a glimpse in the night. 20 miles left until he reached his destination of Drumblumb. A small town close to the Montana/Canadian border seemingly pertaining nothing of interest yet this young man was deadset on his goal.
Mile marker after mile marker while the road stayed unaltered. Like the same pavement had been dragged out for miles and miles when he spots almost through his eyelids what looks like the outskirts of town. ”Finally…” he mutters under his breath whilst slowly feeling the tiredness really start to kick in.
He pulls up to the nearest motel he could find, the Mountain Ridge Motel. It looks like it’s been having a hard time going on a couple decades but with the tiredness setting in pickiness isnt really an option. As he parks his car he opens his glovebox and shuffles through a heap of fake IDs from different states with different names. He picks one out and takes a look at the name: ”Peter Steele”. He walks into the the motels office and approaches the clerk.
- You want a room or something? The clerk asks with a tone just baaaarely hinting at some form of hospitality
-If you got one. He replies with an strong hint of bitchiness
-well? The clerk says stretching his hand out gestering. He hands the clerk a bundle of cash and the ID card
-Peter Steele, huh? stayin long? the grudgy clerk asks him without eye contact
-I’ll stay as long as I gotta. He says as he accepts the ID handed back to him
-The names Fabio but you’ll call me Mr. Washington if you’re gonna call me anything. Fabio the clerk said as the man walked towards his room.
The man enters his room and carefully proceeds to check every room before he unpacks his bag. He places a handgun under his pillow and a knife under the mattress. As he settles into the run down motel room he opens up a bottle of 18 year old Tallisker Whisky duffel bag filled with files and journals that looks to be decades old.
As he’s arranging them on the tacky motel room table he takes a swig of the hard liqour. The files and journals repeatedly mention kids going missing never to be found. The heavy subject of his mission weighs him down to the point his eyes start losing focus. The man knows he’s tired but is determined to get a headstart on the day ahead.
Knocking on the door. He grabs his gun and slowly approaches the window where he can get a view of outside the door. It looks desolate with no trace of anyone or anything capable of knocking. He approaches the door and slowly opens it hiding his gun behind his back. And nothing… not a trace…
FWEOOOOM!!! Out of nowhere he’s thrown back into his room by an invisible force. His gun thrown across the room. His eyes sweep the room for the nearest weapon he could grab but just as he’s about to make a move a dark figure shows itself in the doorway and enters the room with a serious attitude.
The man laying on the floor slightly leaned up against a wall starts feeling a stinging pain in the back of his and a feeling of blood dripping down the back of his neck. As he starts losing his consciousness his eyes catch a final glimpse of the now slightly better lit🔥 figure before drifting off.
—smut kinda starts going on somewhere after here Aurora (read at your own volition jackass)—
He wakes up in the motel bed and tries to sit up straight but his body is clearly fighting against him. He feels around the back of his head and to his surprise it’s not a visceral cavity but it has seemingly been bandaged and cleaned.
-Sleep well Jasper? a mysterious voice says from the other side of the room.
As the voice is given a face Jasper is shocked as they don’t look like the demons and creatures that usually toss him around. A person with an ensamble of equally beautiful pieces like a puzzle made out a hundred oil paintings to form a whole new work of art. Jasper tries to snap out of the trance he was in to try to get some answers
-Who the fuck ar-… How the fuck did you even know my name?! He says while trying to get a better grip of the situation
-Not that hard to figure out once I went through your phone. they tell him while getting up and moving towards the bed.
-Okay how about now you tell me why the fuck yo-… Jasper says while trying to stand up when all of a sudden the mysterious person lightly pushes him back down.
-Where do you think you’re going? they say in a commanding, low voice.
-Fine. he says knowing moving isn’t really an option for him right now.
-I’m assuming you’ve figured out I’m not really human. they say whilst standing by the bed looking down at the hurt Jasper
-I’ll wildly guess demon. But that makes me wonder why you didn’t kill me and why you arent killing me right now. Jasper says while gazing up at the dominating figure standing over him, knowing he should be scared yet he’s feeling a level of safety despite the circumstances
-Easy. I know why you’re here and I want to help because I know you can help me. So simply put I am here to take care of you and point you in the right direction.
-Well, I need help and the simply fact that you haven’t killed me yet is a good sign…if you know my name shouldn’t I know yours? Jasper asks them
-Couldn’t hurt but you’re not one make demands. Names Ifera. they say while slowly sitting themselves down on the bed next to Jasper
-Alright so what directio-… Jasper starts asking before Ifera interrupts him with a low, calm yet dominant tone of voice
-No. Not yet. You’re not moving until your heads healed up.
-No no, I’ve been through worse. I can do this. Jasper says while once more trying to sit up when Ifera puts their hand on his shoulder pushing him down with a demonic force.
-Submit. Iferas simple usage of the word commands Jasper as if he was programmed to respond to it. As if their eyes were made to hypnotize him.
While the two are locking eyes with Iferas hand on Jasper chest he now realizes the connection that has been made. As Ifera leans down and their faces are but mere inches apart Jasper submits his whole body waiting and embracing what’s to come when all of a sudden he hears.
-You’re mine now. Ifera says claiming ownership of Jasper.
As the distance between the two decreases the heat and tension does nothing but increase. Ifera seats themselves atop Jasper delicately knowing the roughness they desired would crush Jaspers wounded body.
-Owieee! Jasper exclaims quietly. Ifera quickly shushes him whilst holding a finger against his lips.
-You don’t speak right now. Ifera whispers with a voice that sends shivers down Jaspers spine.
Ifera lowers their head until they meet Jaspers lips with their own. A flame is felt inside both of them as Ifera bites the lip of their property. As Jasper is laying down taking everything that Ifera is giving him he starts feeling safe and secure despite being at his most vulnerable. Someone is in full control of him and at first he thought it was because of the injuries Ifera had caused him just hours earlier but deep down he knows that beneath this person is where he belongs. Serving.
As the night went on and on Ifera is using Jasper like a personal chewtoy for both of their enjoyment whilst still giving him breaths of fresh air by telling him he’s being a good boy or that he’s their baby boy. They start realizing they need this just as much as their sexy and silly pet. Ifera has always been a dominating force in their long existence but this pet was different, Jaspers responses to the strong Iferas commands were automatic and pleasurable.
As they bring each other to the cusp of ecstacy Ifera leans in and whsipers assertively and seductively in Jaspers ear.
Jasper begs Ifera as if his life depended on it and was given his absolution and mere moments passed before Jasper was fast asleep. Ifera being a demon had no need for sleep or rest but stayed in bed spooning Jasper, holding the injured man as he takes deep breath after deep breath slowly crawling his way deeper and deeper into Iferas arms.
The sun rises and shines bright through the motel blinds on Jaspers opening eyes. Feeling better from yesterdays injuries he rose out of bed. While getting dressed he feels the marks around his wrist where the dominant demon had held him in his place, as the passionate memories of the night prior fly through his mind, a smile widens on his face. Realizing the task he has ahead the smile fades away. He looks around the motel room for Ifera but to no avail. Jasper follows his daily tradition and grabs his bottle of whisky, pours a glas and takes a swig to get ready to take on the day.
-In here! Now. an imposing voice exclaimed from the bathroom. Jasper immediately recognized it as his queen.
-What do you need from me? Jasper asks as he swiftly walks over to the bathroom to see what Ifera could need from him.
As he opens the door he’s met with a surprising view. A priest knocked unconscious and tied up in the bathtub with Ifera leaning up against a wall sharpening a comically large crocodile dundee-esqué knife.
-Wha-... what happened? Jasper asked with a slight worry in his voice. Under any other circumstances he would’ve felt the worry tying knots in his stomach but it seemed it wasn’t in his genome to go against Ifera.
-You looked so peaceful sleeping so I didn’t want to wake you. Ifera responds nonchalantly.
-My question was more like who dis and why are they here? Jasper clarifies to them. Iferas eyes widen as if suddenly understanding.
-OOHHH! Oh yeah, this is father Smegma, father Smegma, this is Jasper. They say jokingly.
-Oh well that explains everything. Also thats kind of a fucked up name. Jasper says looking at him but when noticing his tone he looks at Ifera giving him a staredown that makes him apologize within an instant.
-Father Smegma here is a hunter. The demon we’re both looking for has been on his trail for the past couple of weeks. Apparently this priest learned where they hang their cape SO if we have Smegma here odds are that cockbreath shitstain motherfucker will come here looking for him. Ifera tells him as he’s puzzling the pieces together.
-Okay that’s a really big step forward but can I just get a minute with you out here. Jasper says while stepping out of the bathroom with Ifera and following him with their eyes glued to his ass.
-Can I ask you a question? he asks submissively to which they reply with a slight nod. Why are you after the demon? I mean I never really got a chance to ask last night. Jasper asks them hoping to get an honest reply.
Ifera takes a moment to think before answering. This isn’t something they would disclose to someone much less someone they met less than 12 hours ago but for some reason Jasper just hit diff.
-Before my hellcation that fucken cunt (canadian pronunciation) did the same thing to me as he did to you. My sister was taken just like your brother. Even going through hell I never forgot what that ass did and what I would do to him. Ifera explains without making eye contact with Jasper as his eyes start feeling tears creep around the corner of his eyeducts by the mere mention of his brother.
-I’m sorry. Jasper says with a voice weighed down by sadness. But we’ll get him and this’ll be over
-Jasper, what happened to your brother? what happened to you? I looked through the files you had on it but it was all pretty vague. Ifera asks him curiously.
Just as Jasper is about to answer they hear commotion coming from the bathroom. Ifera pulls out their knife and Jasper grabs the closest gun he could find. Ifera opens the door swiftly and carelessly.
-Who the fuck are you cum guzzlers?! the now conscious father Smegma screams in fear.
-We got questions of our own, like where is it? Ifera asks calmly staring the soul out of the terrified priest.
-I have no idea what you’re talking about and I don’t feel like I should be telling you anything. he replies trying really hard to mask his fear of the two people blocking his only exit.
-You’ll tell us everything or I will personally break all 206 bones in your body. Ifera says with a voice so presiding it could move mountains but as their eyes catch a glimpse of Jaspers face they notice the fear in his eyes. They let out a slight sigh, steps back and says: okay listen. we’re not here to fight you, we’re after the same thing you’re after.
-THEN WHY THE FUCK YOU DID YOU WHY DID YOU TIE ME UP IN A BATHTUB!?!? the priest screams out.
-Force of habit... Ifera says jovially and gives Jasper a wink.
-Listen father, that fucker took something from the both of us, we just want justice. Jasper tells him hoping it’ll calm him down.
-What’s a hunter and a demon got in common? How’d you end up together huh? Smegma asks the two in a calmer tone yet still holding some panic back.
The two look at each other not really sure how to answer as Jasper starts slightly blushing.
-A mutually beneficial relationship, you could call it symbiosis. Ifera says with no further explaination knowing there really isn’t an answer as to why they had formed a partnership within hours of meeting.
-Sure... well either way I’m not sure how I could help. I found the place you’re looking for but it’s just an empty field right outside town. I had a wiccan do a spell to track his movements after I caught on his scent some weeks back but it just lead there and then nothing. I’ve staked it out several nights and haven’t seen anything out of the ordinary. the priest tells the two and proceeds to show exactly where on a map.
As the priest is let go Ifera seats themselves on a chair trying to make sense out of the new developments. The priest was the only sure shot they had and as they kept thinking less and less about it made any sense. Jasper was dumbfounded and decided pretty quickly there was no need for him to spend his last couple of braincells putting that together, as he looked to Ifera he could tell they weren’t in a good place. He sets himself down on the chair opposite to see if there was anything could do but before he gets a chance to say anything Ifera says;
-It doesn’t make any fucking sense. And we were so fucking close. Fuck.
-We’re not letting go, Ifera. We’re tight on his trail, so what if the priest didn’t pay off, there’s other leads to check out. To be honest I was worried I’d never catch up to him but after seeing you work I don’t have a single doubt in me that we’ll get him. Jasper says trying his absolute best to cheer them up because in his mind that was his job.
They might never admit it but hearing him say those words did help Ifera gather their thoughts. They look at Jasper to be met by a face that radiates support. Ifera had spent most of their existence in the pits of hell and once out most of it had been spent around more violence and turmoil but now being met by someone willing to take any command given whilst also supporting them in every way was a turn of events rash enough to give anyone whiplash. Giving in to the position they’re in they softly say;
-Someone told me he had been caught on facial recognition during a bank robbery in town. We could check that it out with the police. Jasper says trying to get them out of their slump. As Ifera stands up he hands them their jacket and right as he grabs his jacket Ifera pushes him up against the wall by the door, places their palm gently around his throat with another on his waist, gets close enough to feel each others warmth and says with a soft, quiet yet commanding voice;
As the two leave the motel room Jasper wears a wide smile with a slight blush on his cheeks. Jasper walks over to his car but once he notices Ifera had not followed he looks around to see Ifera standing next to their car. A freshly rebuilt Ford Mustang Shelby 1967, little did Ifera know the ‘67 Shelby had always been Jaspers dream car. He grabs a bag from the trunk and walks over. As he sits down in the passenger seat where he belongs Ifera grabs the wheel where they belong.
They arrive at the Drumblumb police station and Jasper looks through his bag and picks out a counterfeit federal bureau of investigations identifications card while Ifera looks at him with an expression akin to a question mark.
-Listen, I'm all for a little roleplay but don't tell me we're not just marching in there and taking the surveillance tapes. They say with a strong hint of disappointment.
-It's not roleplaying, i'd say it's more of a ruffletuff humbug, a bamboozle or even quite possibly a tartfuffle. Jasper tells them before giving them a wink and exiting the car.
Ifera lets out a sigh and follows Jasper into the small town police station where they're greeted by the most canadian person known to the world.
-Oh hallo there bud, you come to take a lookin at our bookin are ya, eh? the police receptionist says with a wide smile.
Jasper holds up the FBI badge stating his name is Aaron Barret. Ifera walks up and leans against the receptionist table radiating boredom as Jasper gives shortcutting his way through the american red tape a try.
-Actually, we're here to have a look at the Mottob Trust National Bank robbery surveillance tapes. We have reason to believe someone we're looking for was shown in the tapes. Jasper tells the receptionist hoping it'll all go over smoothly.
-Oh aboot that, I'm so soory but I can't give you the tapes without clearence from the captain, bud. But we have some timmies for you and you can even get a sandwich for a toonie. the canadian tells them without wavering the smile in the slightest
-Listen, I think everything is gonna go smoother if-... Ifera starts saying as a tall woman detective with a small Maltese dog with a ribbon on it's head sitting on her shoulder walks through the door while reading a file.
-Hey Trocas! Have the feds called back about th-... She says as she's interrupted by looking up from the files and spotting the FBI badge in the hand of one of the two standing at the receptionists office.
-Oh you're already here. Detective McFerrin here, and this is Clementine Rasmussen. She says while shaking Jaspers hand before gesturing towards the weird ass dog.
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