#thedevilsgatekeeper

[roxy-davenport]

An Awkward First Meeting//CLOSED

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Roxy wasn’t sure if this was a good idea but she agreed to take the job so she couldn’t complain now. Roxy knew that killing someone this high profile would cause quite a commotion. She needed to find a new line of work, a less risky line of work. Though truth be told, she loved this line of work; a little torture, a little theivery and a whole lot of murder. Roxy was one of the only humans that demons trusted to help with their business affairs. She took a lot of pride in that fact.

Roxy started cleaning up making a mental note to lay down some tarp next time. She suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere, a presence behind her. She couldn’t be sure who or what it was. Roxy was quite confused and a bit intrigued how somehow stumbled upon a deserted warehouse in the middle of nowhere.

Did she leave the door open?  She turned around knowing full well there was no way to hide the blood. Then again she had no intention of doing that. She liked the threat it held. Looking the person up and down she said,

“Well dear, you’ve caught me in a bit of an awkward moment.”

[righteousmandownunder-a]

x | @thedevilsgatekeeper

Dean grunted when Alastair grabbed his short hair by the roots tightly. “D-Dean Winchester,” he huffed, his eyes shut tightly. “Thought y’knew us already.”

[righteousmandownunder-a]

"Hello new toy." He surveys the human for a moment, before slowly beginning to tie him up. "Look at me bug."

The last thing that Dean remembered was the Hellhound tearing into the flesh and bone, causing him to bleed out. The next thing he knew, there was screaming all around him and crashing of thunder and sparks of lightning. This was it. He was actually in Hell. When he heard that familiar, sinister voice of Alastair, his heart began to race. The moment Dean tried to break from his bonds, the two on his wrists and the two on his ankles suddenly went tight, his eyes wide with panic and fear.

[dontscratchtheimpala]

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Hanging, chained to the rack, Dean was doing all he could not to fall asleep. From the endless torture, to the ratchet, thick scent of sweat, blood and hellhound, the once hunter tried all he could to keep eyes open. Not wanting Alastair catching him by chance. @thedevilsgatekeeper

[righteousmandownunder-a]

The Boy Who Cried Alpha||thedevilsgatekeeper

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Dean’s heat hit him like a brick wall, his body sweating and his clothes sticking to his body. Dean could feel his natural slick run down his thighs, which made his whine loudly and pant thickly. Dean’s palms were slick with sweat and he felt like his was having a heat stroke. Being only thirty-nine and not having his Alpha around him for so long made him go crazy with need and Dean didn’t think that it would be this bad. The Omega needed his Alpha pronto.

[thishasbeencary]

"You Dean," Alastair draws "are a slack jawed idiot." ((thedevilsgatekeeper))

“You don’t know half of what you’re talking about.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

;;Welcome to Hell

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Footsteps echoed down the corridor in front of his motel room. Slow, eerie footfalls that were all too familiar.

Alastair. 

No; it couldn’t be..could it?

Dean shot up out of bed and cocked his gun slowly, grabbing his trusty angel blade as a backup. He inhaled a shaky breath and whipped the door open. 

“Stop right there.” 

His gaze met up with those haunting eyes that he knew so well; eyes that had plagued his nightmares for years. 

“What the hell d’ ya think you’re doing?”

[littlesistersammy]

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“Hello Sam.”

“wh-who are you?” the ten year old stuttered trying to steady her knife. “Dee! Dee! Where are you!?” she was scared for her life. she could sense the danger and evil radiating from him. “Go away.”