#ft john

[daily-carmenvanido]

carmen tomahawk in action

[hazy-world-heartbeats]

Where: the beach

Who: Robin and John

He had been in Prentiss for almost forty-eight hours and all he had done was watch the sunrise on the beach once and sleep. Perhaps, that was truly a waste of time, but in all honesty, he hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep in quite a long time. He rested easier tucked into one corner of the hotel bed and no one was there to wake him up at the ass crack of dawn with his damned schedule. It was what his body needed and for once he was glad to give it what it needed. Sometimes self car was just sleeping and building your strength up after a difficult time.

Now what his body needed was good and something to drink. He felt giddy knowing he could eat whatever he wanted without his grandmother making snide comments about what he was eating. The thought sent chills of elation rolling down his spine as he got in the shower to wash the grime from his trip to Prentiss off and down the drain.

While he cleaned up he tried his hardest not to think of Robin and how proud she would be of him if she was still alive. They had often talked about him running away from his family; seeing the sights he wanted to see and doing thing things he wanted to do without a day planner to keep track of it all—… He swallowed around a lump in his throat, doing his best to try not to think about her. He wondered if it would ever stopped hurting and what he would do if that answer turned out to be a no. He didn’t want to think about it. Especially if not hurting meant forgetting. He didn’t want to forget Robin Locksley.

He pulled a wrinkled pair of jeans and a soft, comfortable, tee shirt out of his back pack and slid them on. He looked like he had slept in them but that would be okay. Eventually he wouldn’t need to live out of his backpack but that was something he’d worry about later. He slid his phone, still turned off to avoid the bevy of calls from everyone he knew, and his keys into his pocket; sliding into his shoes before leaving the room.

He found a place that served a wonderful looking turkey and cheese croissant sandwich and a heathy order of fries. He paired that with a cookie and a peach tea and made his way back to the beach. It wasn’t as empty as it was before but he found a spot and settled in to soak up some sun and listen to the surf against the shore while he ate, smiling up at the clear blue sky with a melancholy look. “Looks like I made it, Rob…. Where the hell are you….?” He leaned back on his elbows and tilted his head towards the sky. It would be nice if she were here but she wasn’t. He’d just have to make the best of it.

[shockyky]

get on our level

[smartass-spence]

All Hell Breaks Loose // Self-Para

Spencer departed from the hospital, muttering a few words of wisdom to the doctor who would be replacing him for the night. Adam would be fine as long as the doctors were alert and knew what they were doing.

Spencer couldn't stay the night. He had someplace to be.

He dropped himself off at home, not bothering to turn the car off as he jogged up to his apartment and quickly rummaged through his things to find what he needed. No, the boy didn't expect he would have to use what he had at the ready - if he played his cards right, he'd be successful.

Half an hour later found him in the park, not a soul around him, just as he needed it. He took out the paper, the candles, a shirt, bowl of herbs, and a lighter. Once it was all laid out as planned, he stood, and began chanting.

"Well, you're not the usual crowd."

Spencer turned to meet eyes with a middle-aged woman who had a burn on her forehead and dark, black eyes. She tucked her black hair behind her ears and crossed her arms. "No salt. Someone's confident."

"I'm not looking to survive," Spencer said, shaking his arm so the demon knife that was hiding in it slipped out. "I'm looking for help."

The demon laughed. "What could you possibly have to offer me that would be so amazing that I would help you?"

Spencer clenched his jaw. "My mind."

The demon snorted. "Excuse me?"

"I know you envy my abilities," Spencer said, taking a step forward. The demon stepped back a little, noticing the look in his eyes. "I know you envy my knowledge. I know all about hell and your doings. I know about the tablets, I've read them. I know about the humans, their strengths and their weakness. I am the key to everything. I'm offering you it all."

The demon looked at him warily. "... how can I be sure you're not lying, kid?"

"Your name is Susan Ashworth, you died at 42 years old. You sold your soul for your eight-year old brother, who was dying of cancer. When the hellhounds slaughtered you, you barely blinked. You've been in hell for nearly 30 years, human time."

"How the fuck do you know that?"

Spencer smirked. "I did my research, Ashworth. Nonstop research. I come from a family of hunters. We know our shit."

The demon narrowed her eyes, but nodded. "Fine. What do you need help with, kid?"

"I need to get into hell." Spencer shook his head at her facial expression. "No, not the normal way. I'm not for being tortured and eventually torturing. The demonic way. I need entrance through Purgatory, where all the trapped souls are. I have someone to retrieve."

The demon nodded. "Fine. Purgatory's hard to get into, though. You'll need help."

"I have contacts all over the world, I can have hunters in here in two hours."

"No you won't," a third voice said, and a man stepped in between Spencer and the demon. It was John. "There's no way on god's green earth you're getting into hell, Spencer. Don't even consider it."

The demon smirked. "This your daddy?"

"Fuck off," Spencer growled, shoving John away. The man blinked in shock, not used to that kind of aggressiveness on Spencer. "This is none of your concern."

"John McDonald, I think you know me," John continued, stepping between them again. The demon's eyes lit with realization, and she shook her head.

"Oh. Sorry, Spence. No can do."

"What?!" The boy looked in shock between the two of them. "Why?!"

The demon nodded towards John. "This man belongs to hell. When he dies, we get his soul. One condition, your protection. You're banned from hell, Spencer."

Spencer's shock began to wear down and was soon replaced by slight rage. "You. did. what?!"

John shrugged. "Why wouldn't I - "

"You are aware my girlfriend is a DEMON?! You essentially cast me to heaven when she's doomed for hell! Why would you do that?!"

"I'm trying to protect you, Spence - "

"I DON'T NEED PROTECTION!"

"Boys, please," the demon said, holding her hands up. "This contract is continuous unless John is to die at the hands of a demon who was knowledgeable of the deal. There is, however, one thing I can do for you, for now."

"What's that?" Spencer demanded, ignoring the way John was trying to hold him back.

"I can turn off your emotions, Spencer. I can give you that ability."

Spencer looked at her cautiously. "What else?" He asked, sensing that she was holding back.

The demon smiled, glad he caught on. "I can allow your soul access to a second body, which will not be banned from hell. All I ask in exchange, is a certain amount of knowledge. Knowledge about a certain hunter, which I know you have. I know many demons which have been itching for this knowledge."

"There is no fucking way - "

"I'll take it."

There was silence, and Spencer stepped forward. "Name the person."

The demon nodded. "Matthew McDonald."

"Spencer, don't go betraying family - "

"He's the uncle that beat me up, John," Spencer said, not looking at him. "He deserves it."

"Spence? Why do you look like.... fuck, demon, did you turn his emotions off before you were able to seal - "

The demon waved a hand, and John flew several feet and hit a tree. Spencer didn't even blink. The demon pulled Spencer in, planting a kiss on his lips to seal the deal. When Spencer pulled away, he felt different.

"There you go, Spencer," the demon said, still holding his shirt. She smirked at him. "All you've ever wanted."

Spencer nodded, but didn't pull away. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter. "Why do you take pity on me?"

The demon blinked, letting go of him and stepping back. "Because I was once human like you, Spencer. I know what love feels like. I know how to recognize it. And I've met the demon you're searching for. I know that you love her."

"If you see her again," Spencer said quickly before the demon could disappear. "Tell her I'll be right here when she returns."

The demon nodded, then vanished. Spencer gathered his things and walked away, ignoring his uncle who was still groaning in pain on the ground. "Uh, dude, little help?!"

Once Spencer was home, he showered and laid in bed, testing out his new ability. He turned his emotions on and off, feeling the grief and fear return once they were on. He turned them off, and slept like a baby.