The Devil's Supernatural

By Obigity

Hello once more and many more to come. Once again my brain struck ideas and now this one is a lead off the first story I've written and no doubt I will still keep the same leads but this time I've come up with a plot that will be no doubt be awesticken. Dean Winchester comes in when he's thrown into a portal in Purgatory and ends up being the host of the notorious Red Dragon Emperor. Without delay here's the first chapter of Dean and his quest for salvation.

Note: I don't not own any of the Supernatural series or Highschool DXD.

Dean Talking "..."

DeanThinking '...'

Draig Talking [...]

Draig Thinking '...'

Catching The Wrong Ride

Chapter 1

Dean Winchester was only trying to save his brother by doing what he believed was right. All the way since the very beginning, he's played the role of the older brother to Sammy, even when Sam didn't want nothing to do with him. He's looked out for him with or without his consent and watched over him when dad passed away.

But he never knew or when it wouldn't be predicted when one or another would die because in their line of work it was expected that no one can live a normal life with the things they've seen and done. It has happened to them only seemingly to have died and there was no return. But by some miracle happened by some prophecy would have foretold them once again being played in it's game becoming fate's bitch. For Dean he stopped giving fucks when Castiel decided to play God and end up leaving him alone in Purgatory.

Which brings us to now…

After some time Dean's damn reliable (Before his angelic power was useful) angel, along with a for now trusted vampire named Benny Lafitte that knows a way out. After being on his own for almost 4 months, he's pretty desperate for a way back so they stuck a deal when they arrive at the gateway between worlds.

Dean moves behind some trees that litter the area as coverage from the unseen. He uses his speed which he's been using for months now to get closer and closer to the small clearing up ahead. He stops behind the final dead tree before spotting three crutched figures around what appears to be the remains of a male corpse.

'Two facing away from me, one that has his attention on the meal so that will get me into his two companions before he has time to attack' Dean slips his hand onto his belt touching a blade would get the job done quickly. He pulls out a long handled dagger that looks like a enlarged curved saber tooth in his right hand and silently crouching towards the closest two.

When only six meters aways the targets Dean sprints at the closest one before decapitating him while he still kneeling over. The other one closer jumps up in surprize but like Dean predicted he slashes up way the other guys throat in full strength cutting off his head. The third after regaining his senses stands in an offensive position and charges. The cannibal right hooks at Dean's face which was blocked by an elbow, with a following of a leg sweep on the right leg contact. Dean maneuvered his leg to his chest and kicked the abdomen which was interpreted by a dodge and a side step to his right. The cannibal used this by grabbing the right arm that held his weapon forcing him into an armbar. But only to fail when Dean drops the knife into the left hand and swing under his arm at the man's exposed stomach which causes him to grunt in response but let's go when his face gets wailed on by Dean head. When Dean felt no grip his struck a twist left knee strike to his perpetrators damaged stomach, followed with a quick crouching swing he aimed at the left leg which causes the man eater to kneel over in pain. By a neck breaking and precise speed, Dean turns his hand at the neck of the man feeling the blade meet flesh and cut the man's head off quickly.

'Lot of loose heads lately' Dean idly thought before he's tackled from behind by an unknown assailant. Dean turns this into his favor by rolling around and gaining a supportive position over the seemingly younger male. Dean's knife know is pressing down his both his hands on the weapon getting closer to the younger male's neck. Then the one underneath him face then changes into long, wrinkled, wormed, razored teeth head that tried to catch Dean's face with it own (face)? But Dean knowingly dodged the face assaulting using this chance to move his saber tooth blade up at the extended neck cutting cleanly the head off while it rolled to his right.

The whole interchange only last 40 seconds which was record for Dean for killing four Leviathans but it wasn't top on his list to celebrate a small feat.

Dean immediately gained his surroundings to check for any unexpected assailants, after the paranoia Dean relaxed slightly but still on high alert then whistled a small but high voiced pitch that was close to the sound of a steam pipe.

After half a minute the same sound answered back then from Dean's left he saw two figures stumble out of the woods with one holding a middle aged man wearing a grey trench coat, the other a bushy haired, pale as death, irishman wearing a black coat.

Dean moved toward the two within arms length and asked, "How's he wolding up Benny?" The irishman Benny with an accent, "Not well, I'd give the lad less than hour before he's drained angelically and then our big gun here goes down." Dean swore under his breath but played it well by looking at the sick figure and asking, "Cas, how are you holding up?" Castiel weakly lifted his head to answer, "I don't think I'll last much longer. The infection on my Grace is spreading faster than what I predicted. I…I think it would be better if we leave this place sooner." Dean almost had an urge to say 'no shit sherlock' but just went with an eye roll at the obvious statement.

Dean turned around to think on ahead of their plan to what they decided a while ago to get the hell off his war zone. Dean started thinking possibilities and strategy on their initial plan so he asked the more livelier one of the two, "How much further?" The irishman holding Castiel responded, "About half an hour nonstop without the typical monster. But that's what expected when you're carrying a beacon like 'Holy One' here." He nodded to Cas. Dean knew about that, but it still made his face cringe because carrying Cas will attract more trouble like a moth to a flame with his spiritual energy alone. But that didn't mean he would leave his friend behind for dead.

When he was about to say something Cas spoke, "It would be better to leave me. At this rate I'll just be a liability. You'll have more of a chance to escape than with me holding you down."

Dean looked angrily at him, "I won't do that man! Your really think after all the shit we've been through, after all this shit you've done for us I'll leave you for dead like an asshole. Cas you need to stop trying to act like a stuck up Princess and let us do what we planned alright?!" Dean was at the breaking point of just knocking this angel out and carry him out of this place if was the last thing he'll do.

Cas put down his head and said lowly, "Thank you Dean." Now Dean suppressed the urge to strangle Cas for his Goody-To-Shoes personality with all the constant thanking which really wasn't needed. Still he acted better than those other angel douchebag's, slowly Dean was teaching him the way of the Winchester but it came to a standby when they went to that strip club and had paid for Cas to get his "Happy Ever After"

Returning from his thoughts Dean asked Benny, "Where is it at?" Benny just looked over Dean's shoulder and nodded in the direction, "That way." Dean turned the way and looked back at Benny with his peripherals, "You need help carrying him?" Benny shook his head, "No lad, you just go on ahead." Dean nodded and jogged forward to spot for anymore trouble.

About 30 minutes later they didn't encounter any problems besides the weakened angel movements becoming more and more sluggish. Still they pursued without any difficulty and as Dean was help Benny carry Cas over some dead logs he remember back to when this started to happen.

Cas has been sick when they were sent here by that main head Leviathan fuck face. At first they expected it to be their greatest challenge by killing the guy for being all immortal and such, but it proved null when they stabbed the fucker with a sacred branch and killing him there and then. But the worm face exploded causing both him and Castiel to come here to Purgatory. Cas had to leave him because of his angel powers drawing up the other supernatural like a torch, but along the way Dean survived gained a vampire ally: Benny who claims that he knows a way out but is willing to show him if Dean were to give him a ride back to Earth. They found Cas and made a plan to escape this twisted infinite forest, when just last month Castiel got suddenly sick saying that his Grace was infected causing him to lose his powers and continued until it was drained killing him and his vessel. Cas being the noble ass that he is, gave Dean his angel blade he's been using instead of his main powers and insisted that it'll only be useless to him when he doesn't have the power to even lift let only swing it.

Tree after tree, the dead dark woods then finally started to thin out and reveal a rock hill that reached to a flat top above which Benny said, "Up that hill and we'll be home scott free." Dean seethed his saber dagger on his belt and took Cas's other arm helping Benny carry him up. It was hard since the angel didn't seem to find footing on the damn rock terrain but they managed without him just fine.

About halfway up, the left side of Benny exploded causing rock to spray everywhere. Benny grunted in pain as rock hit his body causing him to fall on the cliff face first carrying Castiel with him.

Dean on the other hand reacted by turning around to find 3 more middle aged men faces halved morphed that revealed their top to bottom fanged chipped teeth and their black nector eyes wearing black looking suits that reminded Dean of the lesser Leviathan's he used to hunt during his time on Earth and it probably was the same ones he's killed before, since Purgatory is the place for monsters to go to when they die.

Both men on the right ran up the hill after them with their hands turning into claws that looked like crow's feet. Dean went down to his belt were his holsters for his blades where his daggers were kept. In his right hand he held his own Saber looking dagger and in his left Castiel's Angel Blade, Dean kept a defencive stance since his opponents were highly dangerous just as a Leviathan.

The first Leviathan to reach him attacked him in the typical left claw swing that was clearly telephoned by even normal people could tell... Not that Dean was complaining, he just remedied the attack with an undercut to the exposed stomach with his Saber dagger and a stab in the back of the neck after he half spun behind him somehow still gaining balance on the hill.

The creature's face lit up in a bright light and a high pitched sound for a moment. Then it died to reveal a burnt, empty eye sockets face that smoked fumes from it's eye before falling to the ground.

The other Leviathan behind his buddy took a more tactical approach by going into a boxing stance mixed with a Martial Arts, his hand changed back to a normal human one but still had the sharp nails, he kept one hand forward when the other one protected his ribs. It was a weird stance but Dean didn't care he always fought the unpredictable and won.

Using the same stance Dean had an advantage on being higher up on the hill blocking his buddy from behind sight from doing anything rash. But still that didn't matter when another explosion occurred on his left side made him flinch and lose his balance on the hill causing him to fall backwards from the small quake. Black eyes ran taking the opportunity and tried to strike for his neck, but Dean kicked out to his chest and saw his tagalong doing something again and this time being smarter he rolled to his left the avoid the corpse on his right.

That resulted in the decimation of his previous spot.

Dean got back up on his feet as the with arm ranged attack got to his and charged head on at him. Using his angel blade to cut at the guy's face but was dodged by the other moving under his arm and striking using his knife hand at Dean's ribs. Dean leaped to his right tumbling a bit due to him fighting on a rock hill incline but still managed to stand on his feet. A quick exchange between the both him and knife hand guy but still had to problem of trying to stay balanced.

Dean then took the offence by slashing at the guy's arms using his daggers in the defensive position but still the guy managed to block his attacks and respond well enough for Dean to defend himself. 'This one seriously has good skill' Dean knew because it was close to when his dad use to teach him how to fight hand to hand. Keeping up with Dean in the same speed he realized it was going nowhere, so Dean's moved his arms back to see the any openings only to see the fucker slipped on some rocks and lose his balance.

He was going to hit when their support acted now of all times to throw another explosion between him and his colleague feet throwing them down the cliff. After about a 10 painful seconds of rolling he left go of his Saber blade. He couldn't risk stabbing himself with the wide ass blade like that rolling downhill and because the very, very thin handle made him lose grip. Still Dean rolled until he came closer to his other attacker below and used the roll into jumping right back on his feet then shooting straight at the guy with both hands on his angel blade.

The attacker's eyes went wide from the action which resulted in his torso getting punchered by the angel blade. Dean was met with resistance so with his might he pushed deeper into his chest. The creatures eyes and mouth emitted light by a very high frequency then it died down to reveal yet another burnt empty eyed victim.

Dean turned his face away from the abrupt light and looked back to see his wannabe murders scorched face. He was about to retrieve his blade only to be hit from behind making him and the deadass Leviathan to fall on him. Trapped by a dead body Dean struggled to escape only to feel heavy repeated beatings that felt like 90 per hour baseballs beaming his back.

He turned his neck to see the man raise his hand in the air with his fingernails started extending to 3 long, yellow, nasty, chipped inches. Just before his deathblow a 'sheek' sound came from behind his attackers' back causing the man's eyes to go wide and mount to fall open but with no sound. He just fell with a heavy thud with Dean's Saber blade sticking out his back.

Benny appeared behind the ass when he fell with one hand extended like he was tossing something. He moved down to Dean helping him remove the cockhead off his back and lifting him up with his free hand. "Thanks." Dean gruffed out in pain when he got to his feet, "No need, lets just leave this damnation of a place before any else surprising happens." Dean agreed by nodding his head, moving past Benny taking back the dagger embedded in the dead dickbeats back.

Both of them ran up the rock hill to the shaved top to see Castiel slumped on the edge against some boulder. The area was big only about ten meters out and wide, but still was something to look over because of the unusual waved rocked surface that seemed like a frozen sculpture of ocean waves.

Benny from behind Dean heaved like an old man out of breath, "He's….been in and out of it for a while…...by what I can hear by his heart...I'd say he's got a little more than 5 minutes...until he's drained completely." Dean walked over to Cas's side slapping his face (from what he thought was a light hit for an angel) waking him up but still groggy from his face expression. "Cas, you good?"

'Rhetorical' Dean thought, "Come on man, you have stay awake." Cas looked around with an unfocused gaze until he stopped to look at Dean and spoke in a weak voice. "I can't….I can't even….. lift my body…...or...even feel anything." Dean grabbed his arm with a determined face as he lifted his up and to look at Benny who was still clearly exhausted from running up with Cas and running down to save Dean.

Dean, "When will it open Benny?" Benny getting back up still tired answered, "A few seconds just wait a little." After he said that a 'swoosh' was emitted from their area with a flashing of colors in the center of the clearing.

Turning their heads they saw a crack or rip in the air that seemed to flow towards it but not in. Visibly the air went around the crack like an invisible force. Dean turned back to Benny, "So what happens now?!" He yelled to him over the vacuum of air.

Benny lifted the sleeve of his jacket to expose his forearm nodding to Dean to do the same. Just as Dean was about to an explosion hit between the three throwing Dean apart from Cas towards the portal while Benny to almost a full hit of the attack by being launched into the air with the support of the intake of the gates wind by at least 8 feet. Cas sprawled on the ground towards the gate but not close enough for Dean to reach. When the Winchester tried to lift off the ground the strangest thing happened when Cas's angel blade started to light up but Dean could only feel the heat coming from it like it was cooking. The light from the blade shined like a miniature sun then it took a strange multicolored appearance, just that in an instant. Dean having no idea what happened lifted his head trying to regain his senses to find Benny getting on his feet to interpret an attack from yet another tuxedoed Leviathan.

Dean swore like a drunk sailor from the pain he felt all over his body and his lack of surrounding to spot the damn hidden Leviathan 'Probably followed those three stooges when they tried to catch Cas's weakened ass'

'Shuck, Shuck, Shuck, Shuck'

Dean turned around to see the gate turning different colors from all the ones from the rainbow and then some others he couldn't he was trying to regain his footing he felt a tug on both his legs, like a tug that was testing to see if it needed him or just to test it see if he was there (Many women used it more than once on him while they slept and he knows what that type of tug he was talking about). Then before he knew it, Dean was dragged backwards towards the gate by some invisible force.

He heard Benny yell out, "That's not the right one! That's not the gate home!" Dean stomach fell to his feet, so doing what he does in quick decision, he clawed at the ground and reached for his belt to grab his Saber Tooth dagger to dig into anything to stop him from moving toward the unknown.

The rocks cut his hand making it bleed profoundly until his flesh was caught on a finger length edge. Using the blade in his right hand as a hatchet, he dug ahead and lifted himself forward to get away, slowly but successfully enough. But when he used his dagger again, the blade whipped itself backwards yanking his arm across the ground like it was lubricated with some weird shit almost breaking his elbow but still it must've tore some tendons from its overextension because the dagger fell out of his hand.

The dagger flew into the colorful portal leaving him one arm down and one about to slip from the blood causing a slick hold. His left hand now having an inch's left worth of space started to slowly losing strength as the portal behind him now started to suck him harder.

Dean's mind almost slowed down to the point where his heart was beating at a standstill, his finger were failing him so as a last resort he used his fingernails to dig into the ground only for them to split and crack from the pressure tugging at his legs.

Dean blinked his eyes once and felt the last of his strength leave him as also his nails uncurled and broke off his fingers leaving his in a weightless suspension taking him backwards into a doorway to God knows where.

His mind resumed as someone took his left hand and stopped him from being taken in. His feet up to his ankles were inside as he felt like he was in a wet sludge of some sort. Dean refocused his vision noticing his eyes were closed to see Cas using both his hands while still lying on his stomach. "Hold on Dean!" Cas called to him while struggling to pull Dean out. Dean could feel both his ankles physically being pulled by this wet sludge as it gripped him to take him in.

The whole Tug-Of-War exchange would last for 15 seconds, he didn't know how long it would last, but 15 seconds came to his mind as he mentally counted down.

Dean knew Cas wouldn't win.

He knew Cas was sick and dying, probably on low battery maybe even empty.

'15 seconds'

He glanced over Cas's shoulder to see Benny finish off the remaining Leviathan with his bare hands. Dean looked at Castiel…

'9'

Dean, "Castiel."

'7'

Dean smiled at him and spoke to him for the last time, "Tell my brother I love him."

'4'

Dean's hand finally slipped from all the blood as it went numb and broken from the angels grip, he felt the sludge suck him up as he looked at Cas's desperate face. As he was already taken vivid flashes of the people he's known and cared for over the years came to mind.

'Bobby, Dad, Mom, Lisa, Kevin, Anna, Jo, Ellen, Sam'

'1'

"Thank You"

Dean traveled inside the gate to be surrounded by waves of colors that seemed to obscure his vision. His body then started to feel like it was imploding in on itself, but the worst thing he felt was when it squeezed him into a smaller and smaller shape until he felt cubical in size. When he was down at the last of his life, he felt nothing at all, and finally all was dark.

Finished, sorry if there's some misspelled words that I can correct if you would kindly tell me. Not sure if it's your taste but I'll eventually get into the DXD but I have to explain things from the beginning like why Cas was sick and why his angel blade was acting strange. All will be revealed in time, but for those and probably the majority of you guys can guess what I'll write next chapter.

(Hush, Hush No Going Around Spoiling It For Others)

My story has just begun, this is just the introduction, I won't expect you all to see the moment where it builds up at this point but soon you will see the veil of my genius when it all comes together.

Word count: 4200 yeah! (Small Feat But Big Leap)

Expect another within next week or two. Unlike some writers….(Unspoken) that say that, you can trust me, I'm a man of my word.

Until then….

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