Pairing: -
Canon: Supernatural
Content: Violence, Injuries (light), blood, vulgarity (mild), crack fic
Author's Note: I saw this post by @sexynursedean/@nightshifters it sparked the idea to write this fic, apologies if someone has already written it. Also, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!
Summary: After Sam and Cas get snowed in after a hunt, Dean finds out that a pair of demons are planning on raiding the bunker of it's priceless artifacts. Little do they know, Dean Winchester doesn't always need his family to stand and fight, and he always has a few tricks up his sleeve
It was the early hours of the morning on a cold, snowy, weekend-before-christmas day. Sam walked into Dean's room frantically, "Dean! I said wake up!", He exclaimed.
"uuurrrggghhhmmm", Dean mumbled, half asleep.
"Dean, there's a case in California. There's a demon possessing Santa at the mall and kidnapping little kids! Wake up!"
"uuurrrggghhhmmm", Dean mumbled again, clutching his pillow.
Sam scoffed, "Fine, I'll go shovel the snow off the bunker entrance and heat up the car, but when I'm done you better be awake!", He said before storming off.
30 minutes later...
"Where's Dean?", Cas asked.
"Getting ready, I'll go check on him", Sam responded.
Sam walked back to Dean's room to check if he was ready to leave. "Dean, you ready?", He said, knocking on his door, to which he received no response. "Dean?", He asked once more, again receiving no response. He furrowed his brow, "That's it, I'm coming in", he said as he opened the door. Sam walked in inquisitively to find Dean, still on his bed, having not moved from where he was previously. "Oh my god, Dean! Cas and I need you to hunt this thing with us!".
"Sammmyyy; I don't wanna go hunting today!", He said in a tired tone.
"I can't believe this. There's a demon luring in little kids and I need my brother to help me hunt it but my brother decides to sleep in!".
"Being your brother sounds pretty damn tiring", Dean says absentmindedly.
Sam puts his hands up in disbelief, clearly upset by Dean's words, "I... Can't do this. Cas and I will hunt the thing ourselves", he says as he exits the room. Dean continues to sleep as Sam slams the door shut angrily.
Outside, Sam enters the car with a clearly annoyed facial expression. "Where's Dean?", Cas asked from the back seat.
"He's not coming", Sam says without explaining as he angrily shifts the car into gear and drives off.
As Sam and Cas disappear into the horizon, two men, hiding inside a van, look deviously at the bunker entrance. "This is it Harrious", one of them says.
"This is what, Marvious?", The other replies.
Marvious sighs, "The Winchesters just left on a hunt. Which means no one's home. Which means..."
"...There's no one to stop us from stealing those ancient artefacts we've been eyeing".
"Precisely", Marvious says as he smiles menacingly and flashes his black demon eyes, followed by Harrious flashing his as they once again turn their attention to the entrance of the bunker.
Meanwhile, inside the bunker, Dean is sitting at the kitchen table in his morning gown when he hears a 'woosh' sound coming from behind him.
"Hello, Squirrel", Crowley says as he appears.
"Crowley?", Dean says inquisitively.
"What? Not happy to see me?".
"Not particularly. Came to pass on your Christmas wishes?".
"Somewhat. I came to warn you".
"Of?".
"Two demons. Harrious and Marvious. They're planning on raiding the bunker tonight. They think no one is home".
Dean scoffs.
"What?", Crowley asks.
Dean crosses his arms. "Is this some kind of an elaborate scheme to distract me while you raid the bunker yourself?"
Crowley squints his eyes, clearly offended, "Why would I lie?".
"You're the king of hell, Crowley. You're the king of all demons. If you wanted to, you could just ring a bell, tell 'em dinner's ready and send 'em packing back to hell; but you're not. So, what does that tell me?".
"Harrious and Marvious are lower class demons. They're nobodies. I can't keep track of every single deformed soul in the world like I did when I was king of the crossroads. I have bigger fish to fry... But I figured I'd warn you about this", Crowley says, forcing his words through gritted teeth.
"And why should I trust you?", Dean asks skeptically.
Crowley sighs. "Trust me, don't trust me... It's nothing the matter to me", He says as he turns around. He speaks one last time, looking over his shoulder, "They're in a white van with a red stripe on the side and they're staking the place out right now. Word in hell is they're planning on breaking in around 7. Good luck, Dean".
And just like that, Crowley was gone.
Afterwards, Dean, curious about Crowley's dramatic warnings, runs to the large telescope in the main room of the bunker. He places one eye at the glass of the device and while he squints, turns the telescope to the road outside. He rotates until he catches a van in his sight. A white van, with a red stripe on the side. He starts to slowly turn a knob with his other hand, allowing him to zoom in and magnify his view on the two mean, one in the driver's seat and the other on the passenger's side. He zooms in once again, and subsequently, is shocked to bear witness as they flash a full black pair of demon eyes while speaking to each other, unaware of the security being provided by the telescope. "Son of a bitch!", Dean exclaims as he steps away from the large device, "Crowley wasn't lying", he adds.
Dean ponders the seriousness of the situation for a moment, unsure how to react and not used to doing things without the aid of Sam and Cas. "I've gotta be prepared", he says as a look of determination falls upon his face and he strides off to get the necessary supplies.
First Dean fills a bucket with water, waiting patiently as the liquid reaches the top. Then he holds a holy cross in one hand and starts to chant before dropping the cross in, blessing the water and turning it into holy water. He then climbs the stairs, bucket in hand, to the entrance of the bunker. He pulls the door slightly ajar and balances the bucket at the top.
When he's done, he heads to the backdoor, and carefully places a flamethrower on the shelf next to it. He then takes another holy cross and ties one end around the trigger, before tying the other end of the rope to the door handle.
Afterwards, Dean heads to a wide passageway. He observes the amount of space between the walls as he reaches down for a bucket of white paint and a brush. Dipping the tip of the brush in the paint, he starts to move in a circular motion while holding it to the floor, creating a circle, then paints in a star at the centre to create a large devil's trap.
While the paint dries, he lifts a large iron rod onto the staircase behind the passage and ties a rope around it. He then ties the other end of the rope around a metal spike and ties the spike to a light bulb on the ceiling, hanging just over the devil's trap.
Down the passage and around the next hallway of the devil's trap, Dean uses broken pieces of wood and ties them together to create three crucifixes. He places two of them on either side of the passageway before tying a rope around the third and hoisting it up towards the ceiling like a mistletoe.
Finally, to ensure he's fully prepared for a fight, Dean fills a plastic bag with salt, seals it up, and places it firmly in the inside pocket of his shirt, giving it a small tap as he feels it inside his clothing.
Meanwhile in California, Sam and Cas exit a large, dimly lit mall, covered in blood. "Guess we can add Santa demon to the list of supernatural creatures we've killed".
Cas chuckles as he packs the rest of their supplies into the car, "When will we be able to drive again?", He asks
"Not for a good few hours. The storm snowed us in".
"Does Dean know?".
Sam sighs, "I don't wanna talk to him right now, you call him".
Cas pulls out his phone and selects the green call button on Dean's contact. The line rings three times before it disconnects, "No signal", he says dissapointedly.
Back at the bunker, the clock strikes seven, and Dean waits eagerly for the arrival of the burglar demons.
Outside, Harrious and Marvious, crouching in their van, discuss their plan one last time. "Ok Harrious, you go around the back and start grabbing artefacts, I'll go through the front. When we're done we'll meet in the garage and high tail outta here".
"Sounds like a plan", Harrious says as he climbs out of the van. He shoots Marvious a thumbs up before disappearing around the foliage surrounding the bunker.
Marvious shoots him a thumbs up in response, and afterwards, approaches the front door without caution, assuming no one was home. In one quick, careless motion, he swings the door open, causing the bucket of holy water to fall and land on him, burning his skin. "AHHHHHH! ", He screams in pain as the purified liquid burns deep into his skin, leaving red blisters.
Meanwhile Harrious creeps around the back, also approaching carelessly based on the assumption the bunker was empty. He swiftly opens the back door and triggers a mechanism. As he rotates the door handle, the rope tied to it is also turned and subsequently rotates the handle of the flamethrower it's attached to. As the mechanism unfolds the flamethrower goes off, the crucifix creating a holy fire. It shoots straight into Harrious as he steps inside, engulfing him in the purified flame, "WOOOHHH ", He cries out in agony as he stops, drops and rolls, desperately trying to put out the fire.
Marvious, in pain, showing from the scars on his skin, limps slowly down the stairs and is shocked to see Harrious, clothes burnt and skin scorched, crawling towards him. "What happened to you?", Marvious asks.
"Holy fire... What happened to you?
"Holy water".
They both sigh, "I thought no one was home", Harrious said tiredly.
"You didn't think it's be that easy?", Dean asked, revealing himself at the end of a passageway.
"A Winchester?", Marvious asks.
"Why aren't you out hunting?", Harrious adds.
"Ehhh... I decided to sleep in", Dean says calmly. Awkward silence lingers in the air for a matter of moments. "You gonna come get me orrr...?", Dean asks, teasing them.
Both demons bear their horrific black eyes as they sprint down the hall towards him. They run thoughtlessly, not wondering why the hunter hasn't moved a muscle, and are soon knocked down abruptly by an invisible barricade. They look down in confusion to see they've run straight into a devil's trap, something a demon cannot cross. "Crap!", Marvious exclaims. "Let's just ditch these bodies", Harrious suggests.
"Ohhh no; not so fast", Dean says playfully. He then pulls out a large, brown book. The book of spells, and shows it to them. Dean then begins to chant a short, ominous incantation in Latin, the demons unable to look away. When he's finished, they find themselves unable to abandon their hosts.
"What... What did you do!?", Marvious asks angrily.
"A little trick my brother taught me. Reverse Exorcism. Instead of casting you out, it holds you in".
Marvious once again flashes his black eyes, and let's out a loud, shrieking, demonic roar in the hunter's direction, small black veins popping up as it gets louder.
Dean doesn't flinch, he just chuckles and smiles to himself, rubbing his hands gently. "Merry Christmas, ya' demonic animal", he says as he walks away.
As Marvious mumbles profanities to himself, he looks to the ceiling and notices a metal spike hanging from above. "Hey, Harrious, give me your shoe".
"What; why?".
"JUST GIVE IT TO ME!".
"Ok, ok... Fine. Here", Harrious says as he pulls out his shoe and hands it to his partner in crime.
Marvious holds it in his hand, aiming at the loosely knotted rope holding the metal spike. He sticks his tongue out slightly on one side of his mouth to focus, and then flings the shoe directly at the rope, causing the knot to come loose, "Yes!", He exclaims as the spike falls through the air, landing directly on the circumference of the devil's trap, breaking it's supernatural hold.
Unbeknownst to the now jovial demons, the large iron rod that was connected to the spike comes loose and swings through the air behind them. It hits them at maximum momentum, creating a large 'THUD! ' sound as it hit them from behind, leaving large red marks on their backs, iron being one of the few things able to harm them.
They gingerly raised themselves to their feet. Holding their backs desperately after the brutal punishment.
"This is just sad. Why don't you stay down?", Dean says. Reappearing at the end of the passage.
"That's it... I'll kill him", Harrious says as he takes off after him, Marvious soon following suit. This time Dean does run. He goes down the hallway and immediately takes a left turn.
"Stop!", Marvious screams at Harrious, who was about to follow him.
"What?", He asks.
"He's just teasing us again. The last time we followed him we ran straight into a trap. If he goes left we needa go right".
"Riiight", Harrious says in agreement.
They both take off running down the hallway, taking the right turn and are immediately blown away by an invisible barrier. They fall flat on their backs and look up to the ceiling, almost wanting to cry from the pain, before noticing the holy crucifixes on the sides of the passage and on the ceiling.
"Hallowed Ground... Huh", Marvious says, almost accepting it.
"We shoulda gone left", Harrious says in reply.
On the other side of the bunker, Dean smiles to himself as he hears them approaching once more and he finishes off creating a salt line.
Marvious runs towards him furiously, unaware of the salt barrier, once again being knocked down in pain by a supernatural barrier. Black blood oozes from multiple places in his body as he groans on the floor. Dean chuckles to himself as he watches him struggle, until a serious expression falls on his face when he asks an important question, "Hey... Where's your friend?", Dean asks before Harrious appears behind him, hitting him over the head.
The demon then picks him up and throws him across the floor, before pinning him against the wall and landing punch after punch on his face, drawing blood each time. He then drags Dean by his knees to the salt barrier, kicking the hunter's leg against the line to break it, allowing Marvious to cross over. Dean spits out blood, before Marvious begins landing repeated kicks to his gut and Harrious pins him against the wall again. "You're gonna wish you got up and went on that hunt", Marvious says menacingly before he pulls out a large knife.
"You've got no one to save you, Dean... No brother... No angel friend... No one", Harrious says as he holds Dean's head in his hand.
Marvious pulls the knife back and Dean closes his eyes, readying himself for the inevitable impact... But it doesn't come. Dean opens his eyes and is shocked to find Harrious and Marvious both with their mouths wide open and a light shining from within their bodies; they've been killed.
As their bodies fall to the floor, Crowley is revealed, standing with two angel blades in his hands. "You forgot about his demon friend", he says dramatically.
"... Crowley?"
"Hello, Squirrel".
"You... You saved me".
"I figured since you didn't have a reason to trust me... I should give you one".
Dean stops his panting, "So... We good?".
Crowley nods and turns around, "Although, there is one other person you should make amends with; and I think you know who it is".
Dean nods in agreement.
"Merry Christmas, Dean", Crowley says before vanishing.
"Merry Christmas, Crowley", Dean says, despite staring into empty space.
Just then, Dean hears the door to the bunker opening again. "Sam!", He says excitedly.
He runs into the room and does indeed find Sam and Cas making their way down the stairs. "Sammy!", Dean exclaims as he tackles his brother in a hug.
"Woah, Dean--"
"--Sam, I'm sorry. Being your brother isn't tiring. Not at all. It's the best job in the world and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Can you forgive me?".
Sam smiles. "Yeah, Dean... Of course", he says as he returns the hug.
"Thanks, Sammy".
Cas steps forward, "Uhhh, Dean. What happened here?", He asks as he notices the bunker is absolutely trashed.
Dean sighs, "... It's a long story".
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