Episode: Season 2 Episode 4

Part: 1

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom.

Enjoy~

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"A Knight of Hell were to thought be hand picked by Lucifer and trained by Cain. He lead them as a commander to commit atrocities on earth. It was said he killed all of them. Knights of Hell are evil spiritual entities that were created from human souls being stripped of their humanity. They are some strong suckers. Called the first demons. A knights true form was not really known, but said to be said to be grotesque. Their eyes change when really mad or to intimidate it's enemy. Depicted as skeletal creatures wearing horned helmets. Powers are: possession, biokinesis, unique smiting, immunity, super strength, telekinesis, invulnerability, telepathy, immortality, weather manipulation, super stamina, terrakinesis, flight, tactile exorcism, teleportation, and apporting. Weaknesses: Devil's trap, holy water, demon killing-knife, demon curing ritual, purified blood. And the only thing that kills them is the first blade. Dean, these things are some evil sons of bitches." Bobby told the Winchester over the phone. "Why do you wanna know?"

"Umm...remember (M/n)?" Dean said.

"Yeah, how can I forge.....t.....He's a knight isn't he?"

"It all makes sense now that I look back on it."

"Dean, listen to me, whatever you do. Don't piss him off or get in his way. He will badly hurt or kill you." Bobby warned.

"Ok, thanks Bobby." The male hung up and sighed heavily.

~Later~

The Impala zoomed down a two-lane road. Dean was driving, Sam in the passenger's seat, (M/n) in the back.

"Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid." The oldest Winchester begged the youngest.

"Why?"

"Going to visit mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave-there, there was no body left after the fire."

"She has a headstone."

"Yeah, put by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you wanna, go pay your respects to a slab of granite put by a stranger?"

"Dean, that's not the point."

"Well, then, enlighten me."

As the boys talked, (M/n) was slightly watching Dean.

~Graveyard~

Sam kneeled before a headstone, digging in the ground with a folding knife. The headstone read: MARY WINCHESTER, 1954-1983, In Loving Memory. Sam pulls a set of dogtags out of his pocket. He sighs. The demon was standing a few feet away, watching him, hands in pockets.

"I think, um...I think dad would have wanted you to have these." He dropped the tags in the hole and covered them. "I love you, mom."

Sam stood up,

"Mary....That's a pretty name." The boy commented.

Dean was nearby, standing by another gravestone, marked as 'Loving Father', looking pensive. He sees a dying tree, he frowned. He walks over to it, knocks on the wood, then noticed a perfect circle of dead grass surrounding a gravestone. Kneeling down, he felt the dead flowers. Later, Dean took a card from a man in a suit, then walks over to the two waiting for him.

"Angela Mason. She was a student at the local college; funeral was three days ago."

"And?" They started walking.

"And? You saw her grave. Everything dead around it, in a perfect circle? You don't think that's a little weird?"

"Maybe the groundskeeper went alittle agro with the pesticide."

"No, I asked him. No pesticide, no chemicals. Nobody can explain it."

"Oaky, so what are you thinking?"

"I dunno. Unholy ground, maybe?"

"In-" Sam stopped speaking, speechless.

"If something evil happened there, it could easily poison the ground. I've seen it happen once in my life time." (M/n) said.

"Could be a sign of a demonic presence."

"No, I'd feel it."

"Ok. Maybe it's the girls spirt."

Sam shook his head and turned away from the two.

"Well, don't get too excited. You might pull something."

"It's just...stumbling onto a hunt? Here, of all places?"

"So?"

"So- are you sure this is about a hunt, and not about something else?"

"What else would it be about?" Dean asked his brother, getting slightly angered.

He just sighed heavily, shaking his head again, then got in the car. "You know, just forget about it."

"You believe what you want, Sam, but, I let you drag my ass out here, the least we could do is check this out."

"Yeah, fine."

"Girl's dad works in town. He's a professor at the school."

~At the school~

The boys knocked on the door of Dr.Mason's office.

"Dr. Mason?" Dean asked.

"Yes?" The man replied.

"I'm Sam. This is Dean and (M/n). We were friends of Angela's. We...we wanted to offer our condolences." San told the man.

"Please, come in." They entered, he closes the door behind them. Sitting down, he shows them a photo album. In the corner, Dean is looking at (M/n), who was enjoying seeing the album. That got him thinking.

"She was beautiful." The demon said.

"Yes, she was."

Dean noticed a book. "This is an unusual book." He pulls it out and shows the cover, it has carvings of Greek letters and a triangular symbol.

"It's ancient Greek, I teach a course." The man said.

"So a car accident, that's, that horrible."

"Angie was only a mile away from home when, uh..."

"Its gotta be hard. Losing someone like that. Sometimes it like they're s- still around." Sam looked at his brother, concerned. The boy was looking at the pictures still. "You ever feel anything like that?"

"I do, as a matter of fact."

"That's perfectly normal, Dr. Mason. Especially with what you're going through."

"You know, I still phone her. And the phone's ringing before I remember that, uh...Family's everything, you know? Angie was the most important thing in my life. And now I...I...I'm just lost without her."

~In a motel room~

(M/n) was out of the room, going on one of his famous walks.

"I'm telling you, there's something going on here. We just haven't found it yet."

"Dean, so far you've got a patch of dead grass and nothing."

"Well, something turned that grave into unholy ground."

"There's no reason for it to be unholy ground. Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash. That's not exactly vengeful spirit material. You heard her father." The youngest argued.

"Yeah, well, maybe daddy doesn't know everything there is to know about his little angel, huh?"

"You know what? We never should have bothered that poor man. We shouldn't even be here anymore."

"So what, Sam? What, we just bail? Without even figuring out what's going on?"

"I think I know what's going on here. It's the only reason I went along with you this far."

"What are you talking about?"

"This is about mom's grave."

Dean scoffed. "That's got nothing to do with it."

"You wouldn't step within a hundred yards of it. Look. Maybe you're imagining a hunt where there isn't one so you don't have to think about mom. Or dad.....Or this could be about (M/n)." Dean turned and looked at him.

"If you saw what I saw him do, you'd be scared too. I watched him kill a man without hesitating."

"Dean, we might need to ditch him. Leave town now while he's gone."

"No, that's not an option. Even tho he can kill us without even thinking.....I still love him, Sam. I wanna help him."

"There is no helping him. He's a demon, far far far away from helping."

"You know what. You've been against him since he came into our lives. He has done nothing to us, hell, he's helped save us a few times.

"Dean, everything was fine till he stepped in. And now dad's dead because of him!"

"You know what. I don't want to hear this." Dean grabbed his jacket and keys and starts for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get a drink. Alone." And with that, Dean left.

~At the bar~

Dean was downing a drink when (M/n) slide in the seat next to him.

"You know all about Knights, don't you?"

Dean stayed quiet. The boy sounded sad. "Look, if you wanna leave me on the side of the road, I'd-"

"That's not going to happen. Can I speak to (D/n)? The thing inside (M/n)." Dean asked, (M/n) was looking down and nodded slowly.

"I talked to Bobby. He said knights were created from human souls....(D/n).....were you human before you were a demon?"

The demon thought a few minutes. "No.....Not that I remember. All I know is that I was created to be a piece in a puzzle. To wreck havith on earth with my.....commander.....and other fellow knights."

"I saw you looking at that photo album...."

"I just wanna be normal, Dean. I want to know what it's like to have a family. To have a mother,a father, siblings, uncles, aunts. And not ones that are savage killers. I wanna know what it's like to have a Christmas, a New Years, a Thanksgiving. I wanna went it's like to have a family pet. I wanna know what it's like to sit around a bonfire, telling stories about the past.To go swimming on hot summer days and cuddle around the fire on cold winter days. I've seen so many people enter Hell. For fucks sake I've killed so many innocent people that didn't deserve to die yet. " Dean hugged the demon.

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't know what any of that feels like either."

The two sat there in silence for a few minutes.

"You know, from here on out, (D/n), we'll start making memories that we've never had. To feel things we've never felt before. And nothing will get in our way." Dean declared. (M/n) smiled and kissed the man.