Prologue

You fickle human.

Dean grinned as he watched the human struggle in his grasp. He had it by the hair, watching the creature fight to get free, pulling its own hair out when its fingers tangled as it fought him. Dean chuckled, kicking it back down onto its knees. "Let's try this again shall we?"

It was like a sick game of cat and mouse, but between a demon and human. It was the same thing; humans were lowly creatures incapable of defending themselves. He pulled hard on its head once more. "Where are they? Where are the hunters?"

It spoke, tears running down its face horridly, "I-I don't know…"

Another harsh pull left the creature screaming in agony, grabbing at its head only to pull back fingers covered in blood; pulling out the hair slowly can bring pieces of the scalp with it. Dean watched with sick fascination as blood dripped down its nose. This female was pathetic, screaming over a small flesh wound that any demon could withstand with hardly any effort.

"Don't lie to me, filth," he spat.

It let out a low, pain-filled scoff, "You're the only filthy thing here, demon!"

Dean pulled again, watching with giddy pleasure when skin started to tear at the top, revealing a the small bit of white beneath the veins, probably its skull. It screamed again, writhing beneath him. "I won't ask again," he warned, using his free hand to poke at the flesh beneath where he'd torn, enjoying its pitiful cries as he dug in with enjoyment.

It sobbed, snot and tears making its face actually look slimy. It was disgusting. "The… the bend..." it wept.

"The bend? What of it?"

"There… there's a hut built inside it…" Dust from the walls floated into her scalp, stinging with every microscopic touch. "Dear God…" it begged, vainly trying to keep the dust away.

"No God here, sweetheart, only us demons."

"…Where...Wherever there is evil…there must also be good…"

Dean scowled with disgust, pulling on the creature's hair with full force, ripping off the entire top of its head. The screaming was too loud to enjoy, even for a demon. The way it mewled and kicked, trying to grab its head in pain but only hurting more every time its fingers came into contact with the scalp.

"OH GOD!" it begged.

He let it scream for a moment. He let it suffer for what would have felt like an eternity before capturing its chin within his hand. "Didn't I tell you? God's not listening."

With a swift kick, the tip of his boot made contact near its spleen. He waited until her mouth opened, her tongue shooting forward the way any good body is designed to. Quickly, he ducked his head, grabbing the tongue firmly between his teeth despite the creature's struggling, and bit down into the flesh. He grinned, its flesh between his teeth, and pulled.

He left the chamber with a satisfied chuckle, his back to the creature that rolled over the floor, screaming words that he couldn't make out thanks to the loss of its speech. He grinned as he shut the door, loving the way it stared absently at its own tongue, spewing blood on the floor in front of its eyes.

"Dean?" greeted a familiar voice.

Dean turned, smiling when he was met with an old friend. "Benny," he chuckled, "Good to see you."

He watched as his hunting companion peeked behind his back, through the bars, and into the cell, "Yeesh, you sure messed her up didn't you?" he frowned.

"It."

"Beg your pardon?"

"Always refer to prey as an 'it'.It's an old hunter's technique. Its harder to kill something that you give any mind to. I can kill 'it' anyday, but Satan knows a little bitch like yourself couldn't do it if you were attached."

"Nothing wrong with getting attached to your things." he retorted, grinning devilishly as he nodded his head towards the vampire Dean had stared at before.

"There is if you're a proper hunter."

Benny shook his head with a smile, "You'll never change will you?"

"Better not," Dean replied, a large grin on his face as he wiped the girl's blood off his mouth and then onto his jeans. "I'm too good at what I do." He gestured his head in Benny's direction. "So where've you been lately?"

"Hunting."

Dean smirked, "What was it today?"

"A bride."

Dean did a double take, staring at Benny with confusion, "A bride? What in the world would you need one of those for?"

"I want an heir." He grinned, shoving his fists into his pockets.

Benny was a spontaneous person. A determined spontaneous person. The mix meant that if ever he wanted something, he took it. If he had a crazy plan, it happened. Dean remembered on Halloween when Benny thought it would be a good idea to roam topside… In the end, they hooked up with a couple girls who nagged about how they wouldn't take their "contacts" out.

If this crazy idea was anything like his previous ones, there was no getting out of it. Dean folded his arms over his chest, a disbelieving smirk on his face. "An heir? Like a son?"

"Something like that…"

"What are you planning to breed with?"

Benny took a look around them, as if checking to be sure that no one could listen in. He leaned closer to Dean, a shit-eating grin spread over his cheeks. "An angel."

Dean frowned. "An angel?! You're kidding right?"

"Think about it!" Benny laughed, his eyes wide with excitement, "A demon breeding with an angel! The sweet taste of ultimate blasphemy! And..." He grinned. "Think of the heir that could come from it!"

Dean was still unsure about this…but Benny did have good points. That sort of blasphemy would surely make him famous among the demons, and an heir like that would certainly be powerful. He didn't know if Lucifer would approve though…seeing as the angels were his former family.

"Have you run it by the big man?"

"Who, little old Lucy? He'll jump at the idea!" He grinned, knowing full well he was lying to himself. "He created us for crazy shitanyway, so it isn't as if-"

"Wait, wait, wait…us?" Dean glared, "Since when is it 'us?'"

"Well, I figured you'd be all for the idea, so I took the liberty of hunting you an angel of your own." He grinned. "They were quite a bit of trouble to catch though…so you'd damn well better take it."

Dean scowled with betrayal, "Why you son of a-!"

"You know just as well as me, angels are a rare catch. Now do you want the damned thing or not?" he glared.