Weirdest F*cking Friends

Chapter 30- Lucifer With a Side of Castiel

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence; Supernatural Violence

Meanwhile, Dean had just got home from a  failed hunt with Sam. He grimaced as he pried the duffle bag off of his wounded shoulder. Dean pulled his shirt down to check the bandage.

"I told you to let me carry the bag," Sam said, taking a seat while checking his own wounds, "I still don't understand how this happened? It was supposed to be a ghost, not werewolves."

"We need to hurry up and find them," Dean said, changing his bandages.

"Dean..."

Dean turned to see Jack was there. He must have asked to visit them. Either that or the school doesn't know he's missing.

"What happened," Jack asked.

"I'm fine, Jack. Just a scratch," Dean reassured.

Castiel walked in behind Jack. He went up to them, healing them both.

"You're probably busy. So I'll head back to the school," Jack said.

"Okay..."

Dean turned and Jack was gone.
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Jack walked over to Hope, who was standing nearby the bunker.

"You okay," Hope asked.

"I have to go handle something. I'll meet you back at Mystic Falls," Jack said.

"What are you..."

Hope didn't get to finish as Jack transported back to her room with a single touch. Then he began searching for his target.
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Jack stood outside the small, rundown house. He listened to the werewolves speaking amongst each other.

"Maybe we should've killed them instead."

"Nah. They're hunters but they aren't stupid. They won't be coming back."

Jack's eyes flashed yellow. Then slowly the yellow color changed to a deep red (Basically his own way of shutting off his empathy for the moment). Jack walked into the place, making the werewolves stand.

"What the hell," one of them snapped.

"Which one of you hurt the hunters," Jack asked.

A couple of them lunged at Jack. As they reached him, he shoved his fist through the chest. Then yanked out their hearts. His eyes turned to the other werewolves.

"Which one," Jack repeated, a small sadistic smile growing on his face.

"It was him," one of the confessed, shoving a werewolf in front of Jack.

"Is this true," Jack asked.

"What? No," the werewolf lied.

Jack stepped closer to the werewolf until they were face-to-face.

"I hate when people hurt my friends and family," Jack said, fixing his collar.

The werewolf tensed up as Jack adjust his clothes.

"I also really hate when people lie about it," Jack smiled.

He punched the werewolf in the face, taking his whole head off. Jack glanced at the headless werewolf, then turned to the others.

"You're gonna turn yourself in to those hunters. And if they end up hurt again because of you... Purgatory will be the least of your problems," Jack threatened, "Okay?"

They all nodded quickly. Then Jack walked out. Once he reached his room at the Salvatore boarding school, he began cleaning off the blood on him.

Jack stood in front of the mirror with a clean shirt in hand.

"Belphegor," Jack said, "I know you're awake."

His reflection changed to the demon he stowed away inside of him. After all, he's one of the reasons Jack survived this long at the Salvatore school.

"My goodness, Jack. Killing werewolves with our bare hands now. I'm kind of proud in a way," Belphegor smirked.

"It was wrong, wasn't it," Jack asked.

"Is this that reverse psychology thing? Where I tell you 'no' and you take that as a 'yes' because I'm a demon," Belphegor asked.

Jack gave a smile before laughing.

"Why are you laughing," Belphegor asked.

Jack punched the mirror. Not enough to break it, of course. Just enough to get rid of Belphegor's face.

"You make it sound like I need you to tell me how to live," Jack scoffed, putting on his shirt, "I choose to be with you, Belphegor. There's a major difference. It'll be good to remember that."

"You become more like Lucifer each day," Belphegor said, "Him with a side of Castiel. It's kind of attractive."

"Thank you."